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“Do you think you can teach me that?”
Katsuro glanced up, a flicker of surprise dancing across his face as Anacrea nodded towards the bench. The knife in his hand was held comfortably, his grip firm but designed for something far different from combat. Before him, resting on the edge of the stovetop, was a row of neatly sliced carrots, each perfectly round disk forming a pleasing contrast against the dark wood grain. It was funny, but some part of her almost felt like she had walked in on something she shouldn’t have. After all, it was rare she spent time watching anyone while they were cooking. In fact, she wasn’t sure she ever had.
“Teach you how to slice vegetables?” Katsuro cocked his head slightly, pausing before reaching for a second carrot. “I am surprised that is not already a skill in your possession. Your kitchen is impressive enough to warrant it.”
A faint smile tinged the corner of Anacrea’s lips as she folded her arms and leaned against the door-frame. “I rarely cater for more than myself. And when I do, I hire someone with more… finesse in the art.” Her eyes flicked over to the tall pot resting on the stove. “A stew?”
“It is a good staple, and the weather is cold.” There was always something so charming about the way Katsuro responded to questions. It was never as simple as ‘yes’ or ‘no’. There was always an explanation. A justification. Something more than was strictly needed, for the sake of clarity. “I take it you will eat anything in your larder?”
“I am not one to buy food I dislike.” Oh, if only he knew the kind of food she truly liked. But some things simply were not to be shared. Wine and a meal, however, was. “I admit, I am curious at how far this skill of yours extends.”