So he could cook. She re-awarded him one mental point, because he ought to be able to cook being a sailor and if he hadn't - well, she would have had to make an thinly-veiled insult, and she didn't want to do that.
"I'm glad I'm not fussy about vegetables, then," she responded. She stepped out of his way and quietly resumed her tea-making, making sure to keep a respectable distance between them. She was not acquainted with many men outside of a work atmosphere, and to say that she felt awkward in such a domestic setting would have been an understatement. Her gaze kept flickering up from the kettle to the entranceway to the kitchen, until Zelda finally stepped in.
Delight didn't say anything, but she did cast her a questioning, raised-eyebrows look and glanced over at Mr. Darrow as if to ask what was up with that?
"I'm glad I'm not fussy about vegetables, then," she responded. She stepped out of his way and quietly resumed her tea-making, making sure to keep a respectable distance between them. She was not acquainted with many men outside of a work atmosphere, and to say that she felt awkward in such a domestic setting would have been an understatement. Her gaze kept flickering up from the kettle to the entranceway to the kitchen, until Zelda finally stepped in.
Delight didn't say anything, but she did cast her a questioning, raised-eyebrows look and glanced over at Mr. Darrow as if to ask what was up with that?
— DELIGHTful set by lady <3 —