she is tired. she's deeply tired, but that probably won't register that strangely to jin ling. rather, he'll feel only the phantom ache in his right hand where his knuckles would normally meet his index finger and his pinky. anya will also peer out into the hallway from the kitchen and if she's lucky enough to see him -
she perks up, genuinely pleased to see him! the happy little feeling will resound in his chest like an echo]
Confused, he glances at his own hand while he makes his way over. His brows are together, but there's a decidedly lack of... anger? Weird! He feels strangely relaxed, but very tired, too.]
[The thing is, he recognizes the smell, but there's nothing to associate with it. Not emotionally. The feeling that tightens his chest is sort of hollow, not even a memory. It's--theory. He sort of stops once inside, shocked, but he doesn't really feel very angry about it.]
[it DOES. she followed a basic recipe out of a book
but then she's going to go ahead and take some of the soup into a spoon for tasting, make sure it's cool enough that it won't burn the shit out of his mouth while he's already acting weird, and then offer the spoonful out to him]
He gives a spoonful of soup a despairing look. He knows what it looks like, and it's embarrassing, but also he's a dumbass boy anyway. So he reaches up with his hand to try to (carefully) take the spoon from her like he thinks he's going to really be able to do this himself.]
hm. she's pretty sure he's out of it, for one reason or another, whether it's the tiredness or something else. so she pauses for a moment before gently reaching out to let her fingers rest over his hand so she can help guide him to his mouth with no spills,,]
He goes absolutely rigid despite wanting to turn tail and flee, mostly because if he starts having some kind of meltdown, he's going to spill everything. The tops of his ears get red first, and then his face from one cheek across his nose to the other. But he looks super fucking serious!
such a stupid boy and anya lowkey thinks it's kind of funny but if she laughs he's going to get so offended. so she doesn't. instead she's just going to be kind and let go of his hand once he's managed to guide the spoon to his mouth
and for the record it's quite good, because anya can cook if absolutely nothing else]
Unfortunately, he doesn't have anything to compare it to really. He claims it's his favorite food because it's something his mother use to make his uncle when they were young, but... he never had the chance to try any. The only lotus root soup he's ever eaten has been made by Jiang cooks, and he never knows if it's anything like what he's missed.
she nods then, and will pull back to the stove, stirring the whole pot again.]
Then there will be some for you to have, if you would like a bowl.
[ . . . ]
Повторить. But if not good, I can make again.
[just because that's a pretty surprising reaction to his favorite food? even if she didn't make it right, she thought that there'd be a more indignant response]
[It was a rather lackluster reaction, not that he can see that himself.] It's fine. It's good. [LOOK, what else can he say about a meal that's supposed to be sentimental but he lacks all of the necessary memories for it?!]
[His brows drop and knot.] I eat it when I stay with my uncle in Lotus Pier. [It's not that she can't know about his mother; he's not embarrassed about her at all.
But he is pretty convinced she'd make fun of him, so he does not say anything about that.]
[He's literally like two seconds away from bolting like an idiot. COULD SHE NOT SAY IT LIKE THAT, PLEASE? The look on his face is absolutely indignant.]
[The inhale that he hadn't known he had taken gets released suddenly, but quietly. It's very clear, even by just the prickling of what she's getting from him, that his feelings do not match up with his words at all.
On top of all the stupidly conflicted soup feelings.]
[he feels so strongly about soup - but... well. anya's no good at pushing when someone seems very sure about something, unless it becomes a matter of their well-being
so she just nods again]
... okay. Терпеливый. I will wait, until you think you can or want to tell me something.
[she's clear about herself but - it doesn't mean as much if she forces him to talk, right? instead she's going to take her tasting spoon and try some more of the soup herself this time - ]
He watches her taste the edited soup, lips thinning. It's probably meant to be even spicier because God forbid Jiang Yanli make lotus root soup to please Wei Wuxian, the king of all devil's spice, but it's fine. Jin Ling actually doesn't know any difference aside from relative spice as a Lotus Pier dish.]
[she can handle spicy okay but here we go - and she'll take another spoonful to offer out to him. either take the spoon from her or let her help you again, you fool]
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week 2, thursday
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she is tired. she's deeply tired, but that probably won't register that strangely to jin ling. rather, he'll feel only the phantom ache in his right hand where his knuckles would normally meet his index finger and his pinky. anya will also peer out into the hallway from the kitchen and if she's lucky enough to see him -
she perks up, genuinely pleased to see him! the happy little feeling will resound in his chest like an echo]
Jin Ling! Иди сюда. Here, please.
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He's wandering around because.........because.
Confused, he glances at his own hand while he makes his way over. His brows are together, but there's a decidedly lack of... anger? Weird! He feels strangely relaxed, but very tired, too.]
...what?
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he's fucking high isn't he
anyway anya is going to encourage him to enter the kitchen after her]
Суп. Made soup. Please taste...
[ - and he'll probably recognize the smell? given that it's
definitely lotus root soup]
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he's fucking high]
Sou--?
[The thing is, he recognizes the smell, but there's nothing to associate with it. Not emotionally. The feeling that tightens his chest is sort of hollow, not even a memory. It's--theory. He sort of stops once inside, shocked, but he doesn't really feel very angry about it.]
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Soup... Вкус. Will you taste?
So I can see if need to add more ingredient...
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So he moves forward to the soup to look it over. It looks... like lotus root soup? And smells spicy.]
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but then she's going to go ahead and take some of the soup into a spoon for tasting, make sure it's cool enough that it won't burn the shit out of his mouth while he's already acting weird, and then offer the spoonful out to him]
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He gives a spoonful of soup a despairing look. He knows what it looks like, and it's embarrassing, but also he's a dumbass boy anyway. So he reaches up with his hand to try to (carefully) take the spoon from her like he thinks he's going to really be able to do this himself.]
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hm. she's pretty sure he's out of it, for one reason or another, whether it's the tiredness or something else. so she pauses for a moment before gently reaching out to let her fingers rest over his hand so she can help guide him to his mouth with no spills,,]
Here.
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He goes absolutely rigid despite wanting to turn tail and flee, mostly because if he starts having some kind of meltdown, he's going to spill everything. The tops of his ears get red first, and then his face from one cheek across his nose to the other. But he looks super fucking serious!
As he eats the soup.]
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such a stupid boy and anya lowkey thinks it's kind of funny but if she laughs he's going to get so offended. so she doesn't. instead she's just going to be kind and let go of his hand once he's managed to guide the spoon to his mouth
and for the record it's quite good, because anya can cook if absolutely nothing else]
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Unfortunately, he doesn't have anything to compare it to really. He claims it's his favorite food because it's something his mother use to make his uncle when they were young, but... he never had the chance to try any. The only lotus root soup he's ever eaten has been made by Jiang cooks, and he never knows if it's anything like what he's missed.
All he can find to say is,] It's fine.
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she nods then, and will pull back to the stove, stirring the whole pot again.]
Then there will be some for you to have, if you would like a bowl.
[ . . . ]
Повторить. But if not good, I can make again.
[just because that's a pretty surprising reaction to his favorite food? even if she didn't make it right, she thought that there'd be a more indignant response]
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[It was a rather lackluster reaction, not that he can see that himself.] It's fine. It's good. [LOOK, what else can he say about a meal that's supposed to be sentimental but he lacks all of the necessary memories for it?!]
...It needs to be spicier.
[my white ass hated typing that]
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[listen anya cooks a lot but dana fucking doesn't so just assume she can grab what she needs in order to make the dish spicier
she
wonders if she's allowed to ask - ]
Почему? Can I ask why this soup is your favorite?
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But he is pretty convinced she'd make fun of him, so he does not say anything about that.]
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and he just gets her confusion right back]
... Jin Ling knows the emotion sharing this week, yes?
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Why?
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lets her other hand rest over her heart]
I think I feel your heart with mine.
[that's the best way she knows how to say it right now!]
But I do not understand your feeling if you do not say it.
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I've said what I wanted to say!
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... Okay.
Maybe feeling is wrong then.
[and she's connected to someone else]
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On top of all the stupidly conflicted soup feelings.]
If I want to say something, I'll say it.
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so she just nods again]
... okay. Терпеливый. I will wait, until you think you can or want to tell me something.
[she's clear about herself but - it doesn't mean as much if she forces him to talk, right? instead she's going to take her tasting spoon and try some more of the soup herself this time - ]
Oh! Spicy.
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He watches her taste the edited soup, lips thinning. It's probably meant to be even spicier because God forbid Jiang Yanli make lotus root soup to please Wei Wuxian, the king of all devil's spice, but it's fine. Jin Ling actually doesn't know any difference aside from relative spice as a Lotus Pier dish.]
Did you even do it right? Let me taste it.
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Mm! Please.
[she wants to make it right, however that is]
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