[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]
[He's too fucking worried she's going to grab his hand again and force the spoon in his mouth. HE'S SMART AND LEARNED HIS LESSON; i.e. he got Pavlov'd. So he leans in to very quickly try the spoonful of soup without spilling too much of it on his rush to recoil.]
[Otherwise, everyone she gives it to will succumb to third degree throat burns because Wei Wuxian-levels of lotus root soup can only be managed by Uncle Jiang.]
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constellates) wrote2020-02-17 10:27 am
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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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...Better.
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this is such a stupid pavlov reaction because anya doesn't care either way, she just wants to avoid spills. but she looks pleased at his review]
Good like this? Or more spice?
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[Otherwise, everyone she gives it to will succumb to third degree throat burns because Wei Wuxian-levels of lotus root soup can only be managed by Uncle Jiang.]