"It is," she confirms, genuinely pleased with the effort. "She taught all of us, but it's been... a long time since I could just go to a grocery store and pick up everything I need for anything we used to cook together." It's been so long since she needed anything like a recipe that she knows she's missing something - and that's, honestly, the difference. The Rosita of the old world was far less confident in herself, and that's where this particular skill stems from.
"Now, hand me some roadkill and some moldy turnips and watch me go, but -" This is when she's set the box down and glanced inside to see what it is, and she cuts off and looks up at him sharply when she smells the lemon, sees the cake.
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Date: 2022-10-23 09:31 pm (UTC)"Now, hand me some roadkill and some moldy turnips and watch me go, but -" This is when she's set the box down and glanced inside to see what it is, and she cuts off and looks up at him sharply when she smells the lemon, sees the cake.
"What is this?" she asks, surprised.