to heal a wound, you need to stop touching it
"I believe it," Vai assures Nate between bites of ravioli, and somehow the smirk on her lips seems all the more smug for it. "Just remember to put a sign on the outside of the room, so no one bursts in thinking you're murdering each other." She adds a lewd wink, just for the sake of it. Falling quiet to eat as he explains, it's to no one's surprise that the bowl is soon half empty, the witch sitting back for a break so she doesn't end up with a stomach ache (as stated previously, very food motivated).
"Mm, I know that feeling. I had a twin, and he was never much interested in cooking either. So it was up to my ma and me." She shrugs back to him, brightening at the suggestion that he can teach her the recipes. "That doesn't surprise me. Sunjata is good at consuming the finished product though, haven't you noticed?" Grinning, she resumes the attack on the ravioli. "I'd love to, Nate. As well as tasting anything new you want to try."
"Mm, I know that feeling. I had a twin, and he was never much interested in cooking either. So it was up to my ma and me." She shrugs back to him, brightening at the suggestion that he can teach her the recipes. "That doesn't surprise me. Sunjata is good at consuming the finished product though, haven't you noticed?" Grinning, she resumes the attack on the ravioli. "I'd love to, Nate. As well as tasting anything new you want to try."
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