I would have settled for toast, but I'm happy with anything you want.
[ but if he wants to make something big and fancy, she won't stop him. she hits her heels against the cupboards and curls her hands around the edge of the counter. ]
You should wear an apron, you know. Do you want to get your shirt dirty?
[ stefan should wear nothing but an apron in her humble opinion. ]
( stefan smirks and looks over at her. she does have a thing for him in aprons, doesn't she? he doesn't mind but he doesn't immediately move to get one either. )
I'm a good cook, Katherine, I'm not going to get myself dirty. I don't just toss flour and stuff around.
( he pulls out some eggs and some bread and decides to go for eggs, sausage and toast. maybe some bacon. )
[ she cocks her brow and stays where she is. though she thinks to slip off the countertop and help him, she knows she'll only be a hindrance than support—and that's something she'll save for new year. ]
Gone a little wild. Made a little mess? Tossed flour in the air?
[ unsurprising to her, mr stickler for rules hasn't purposefully made a mess in the kitchen. it shouldn't surprise her. stefan is a clean cook and can be bossy at times. ]
Sometimes having a food fight can be fun. It can lead to a very fun clean-up, too.
[ she chuckles. tilting her head, she watches him for a moment. thinks to tell him the last time she got into one, but she doesn't think that's the point of his comment. ]
[ she smiles at him and lifts her feet, wiggling her bare toes for emphasis. all she's in is his shirt, after all. technically, the shirt's hers. maybe he does have a point after all. ]
And I think I'll sacrifice this shirt. [ she peers down at it and tugs at the collar. ] I have plenty more.
[ although she suspects that's a tantalising offer, she knows stefan won't go for it. still, she'll pout before she sighs, peering down at her feet before she kicks them back into the cupboard beneath her. ]
You should be cooking naked. That should be my Christmas gift.
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I would have settled for toast, but I'm happy with anything you want.
[ but if he wants to make something big and fancy, she won't stop him. she hits her heels against the cupboards and curls her hands around the edge of the counter. ]
You should wear an apron, you know. Do you want to get your shirt dirty?
[ stefan should wear nothing but an apron in her humble opinion. ]
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I'm a good cook, Katherine, I'm not going to get myself dirty. I don't just toss flour and stuff around.
( he pulls out some eggs and some bread and decides to go for eggs, sausage and toast. maybe some bacon. )
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[ she cocks her brow and stays where she is. though she thinks to slip off the countertop and help him, she knows she'll only be a hindrance than support—and that's something she'll save for new year. ]
Gone a little wild. Made a little mess? Tossed flour in the air?
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( then he'd just have to clean it all up and the food might get ruined and he'd just rather not. )
That just seems unnecessary. Have you ever done it?
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[ unsurprising to her, mr stickler for rules hasn't purposefully made a mess in the kitchen. it shouldn't surprise her. stefan is a clean cook and can be bossy at times. ]
Sometimes having a food fight can be fun. It can lead to a very fun clean-up, too.
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( considering how protective she is of her clothes, he doubts that she's going out to get herself dirty all the time. )
I think you're just saying that.
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[ she chuckles. tilting her head, she watches him for a moment. thinks to tell him the last time she got into one, but she doesn't think that's the point of his comment. ]
Why?
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( he glances down and then nods at her feet. )
Especially your shoes.
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[ she smiles at him and lifts her feet, wiggling her bare toes for emphasis. all she's in is his shirt, after all. technically, the shirt's hers. maybe he does have a point after all. ]
And I think I'll sacrifice this shirt. [ she peers down at it and tugs at the collar. ] I have plenty more.
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( he starts to laugh because he knows he'll be the one cleaning it up if they do do this. )
Let me cook you food. I don't want to wear it.
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[ although she suspects that's a tantalising offer, she knows stefan won't go for it. still, she'll pout before she sighs, peering down at her feet before she kicks them back into the cupboard beneath her. ]
You should be cooking naked. That should be my Christmas gift.
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( he doubts it. she'll want her cake and to eat it too. he smirks. )
And just give you that?