( she's smiling more at this even if her face is pressed a little more into her pillow. she hadn't thought about this side of him, hadn't considered whether he was a parent but hearing that warmth and love from him--
it's making her very carefully consider her response, a pause from her before she does speak )
I would never have told my grandmother this but there were some things of my mother's that I preferred even if the recipe was... imperfect.
( the ingredients not always quite correct or the recipe a little off compared to her grandmother's original one. but it was her taste of home )
[ He doesn't want to think of time passing back home while they're stuck in this godforsaken city, but even if that's not the case, she'll be celebrating her birthday without him or Matt around. At least he knows his mother can be counted on to remember it and stuff her full of kulfi and gulab jamun. ]
But you know, you're right. I hadn't thought of it that way. And I would Americanize it for her a little, tone down the spice and all...not that I really needed to.
[ His smile is proud now, thinking back on how she'd always handled the heat in his cooking with aplomb and sassed Matt about it besides. ]
Well, is there anything I should rule out? Besides a lot of spice? I can just steer clear of anything I know you don't like.
[ He's very earnest about this, settling her close against him and playing idly with her hair. ]
I'd even say it doesn't necessarily have to be Indian, but I've been told that my Italian cooking could get me whacked by the mob, so...probably not that.
There's a list. ( she shakes ger head slightly at herself. this was the side of her allergy that was the most annoying part ) I'm not allergic to any of them just... sensitive. Sometimes. Depending on the day.
( some items she just avoided for the worst of it, some she risked, some were very hard to avoid but weren't that bad. she'd text him the list )
And you have me too curious about your Indian to offer anything else. I want a taste of home. Mildly.
I'll make it work. It's the fun sort of challenge.
[ And it is, really, kind of like a puzzle, figuring out what he can substitute where and still keep the spirit of a dish the same. Cooking has always been a relaxing hobby, and experimenting with it--especially for the benefit of the people he's come to care about, from all their different backgrounds--is part of the appeal. ]
What about a taste of your home, though? Don't you get homesick for anything? Anything edible, I mean.
[ God knows, there's plenty else to be homesick for in a place like Duplicity, but there's not much to be done about most of that. ]
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it's making her very carefully consider her response, a pause from her before she does speak )
I would never have told my grandmother this but there were some things of my mother's that I preferred even if the recipe was... imperfect.
( the ingredients not always quite correct or the recipe a little off compared to her grandmother's original one. but it was her taste of home )
She'll still want your cooking. How old is she?
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[ He doesn't want to think of time passing back home while they're stuck in this godforsaken city, but even if that's not the case, she'll be celebrating her birthday without him or Matt around. At least he knows his mother can be counted on to remember it and stuff her full of kulfi and gulab jamun. ]
But you know, you're right. I hadn't thought of it that way. And I would Americanize it for her a little, tone down the spice and all...not that I really needed to.
[ His smile is proud now, thinking back on how she'd always handled the heat in his cooking with aplomb and sassed Matt about it besides. ]
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Will you Americanise it for me?
( her smile's a little more bashful when she looks at him )
Spice is... not my favourite. I want to enjoy your food though.
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I will. It'll be American as apple pie. I'll keep the chilies to the minimum I can get away with, I promise.
[ There will still be chilies, though. But she has his solemn word that he'll do his best. ]
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Thank you.
( whispered, pressing another kiss to him )
I would get you to surprise me with it but... I want to enjoy it so I... need to know what's going in it.
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[ He's very earnest about this, settling her close against him and playing idly with her hair. ]
I'd even say it doesn't necessarily have to be Indian, but I've been told that my Italian cooking could get me whacked by the mob, so...probably not that.
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( some items she just avoided for the worst of it, some she risked, some were very hard to avoid but weren't that bad. she'd text him the list )
And you have me too curious about your Indian to offer anything else. I want a taste of home. Mildly.
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[ And it is, really, kind of like a puzzle, figuring out what he can substitute where and still keep the spirit of a dish the same. Cooking has always been a relaxing hobby, and experimenting with it--especially for the benefit of the people he's come to care about, from all their different backgrounds--is part of the appeal. ]
What about a taste of your home, though? Don't you get homesick for anything? Anything edible, I mean.
[ God knows, there's plenty else to be homesick for in a place like Duplicity, but there's not much to be done about most of that. ]
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My mother taught me a few things but I've never enjoyed cooking that much. Not just for me.
( chocolate was definitely the thing she'd end up missing the most, that little thing to cheer her up when she needed it )
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It never is as fun when it's just for one, is it. Though I guess you can say that about most things.
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( if swiss cheese was at the heart of a dish it made a difference but she would be able to work around it )
If I can find ingredients... maybe. But I haven't looked at what there is yet.