The tomatoes on the counter gleamed threateningly. Bundles of green herbs and a pair of onions were an ominous sign. Johnny even thought he spotted a squash somewhere in the assortment of vegetables lined up neatly. Emerald green eyes regarded the kitchen counter and the various items there with considerable trepidation before he looked over his shoulder at Sianna.
?Yer jokin?, righ?? Ya ain? serious abou? this?? His voice was layered with humor and underneath it an undeniable apprehension. Johnny limited himself to sandwiches with good reason ? he would never forget the time that he had managed, against all reason, to set a pot of boiling water aflame. Granted, that had been a series of unfortunate coincidences, but still. The pot had boiled dry without his noticing and the char on the burners had lit, sparks catching on the wooden handle. By the time the fire was caught and extinguished, the pot had been reduced to a twisted, distorted shell of itself.
He turned back to eyeing the assorted ingredients warily. There was no meat apparent on the counter, but that was probably in the icebox. Or maybe not. He had no idea what Sianna intended to start the lessons with. Despite his questions, he knew she was quite serious that he learn to cook, at least a few things. He reached behind himself without looking to pull her forward by the waist, letting his arm remain around her as they contemplated the counter together.
?Ya know I?ll do anythin? fer ya, m?love, bu? ya go? ta know there ain? no way I can think of that this?s goin? ta end well.?
?Yer jokin?, righ?? Ya ain? serious abou? this?? His voice was layered with humor and underneath it an undeniable apprehension. Johnny limited himself to sandwiches with good reason ? he would never forget the time that he had managed, against all reason, to set a pot of boiling water aflame. Granted, that had been a series of unfortunate coincidences, but still. The pot had boiled dry without his noticing and the char on the burners had lit, sparks catching on the wooden handle. By the time the fire was caught and extinguished, the pot had been reduced to a twisted, distorted shell of itself.
He turned back to eyeing the assorted ingredients warily. There was no meat apparent on the counter, but that was probably in the icebox. Or maybe not. He had no idea what Sianna intended to start the lessons with. Despite his questions, he knew she was quite serious that he learn to cook, at least a few things. He reached behind himself without looking to pull her forward by the waist, letting his arm remain around her as they contemplated the counter together.
?Ya know I?ll do anythin? fer ya, m?love, bu? ya go? ta know there ain? no way I can think of that this?s goin? ta end well.?