RE: The Foxglove Valley [Isabelle x CitizenAnon]
Blatantly ignoring her statement about not hurting her was a clear non-verbal indication that he had no intentions of hurting her. Once again, she felt scolded by this older male. She puffed her cheeks out slightly before turning about. There was a large clatter as she cleared some space. She stacked the pots and pans, placing them on the far corner of the countertop. Ellie kept only one on the stove for the stew, and from here she began to work. She then familiarized herself with his pantry, seasonings, chill box, and the cuts of meat. He had lovely cuts indeed! A prime rib roast, thick steaks, and a chunk that would be perfect for their stew. Wrapping them up carefully, she placed them back in the chill box, eyeing up the chicken as well; she would make roast chicken tomorrow night if he would let her. Now with a collection of onions, potatos, carrots, meat, oil, and red wine set in front of her, his pretty little guest---err... farm hand...? Um... debt-payer-back-person? Girl-female-thing-with-the-jiggly-bits-and-plushness!----began to set things in motion. Heat on the element, Ellie brought up the pan to a good temperature. While she waited, she quickly sliced up the beef. Pausing only momentarily to look over Jason and his mouth, before returning to work. She couldn't exactly make it bite-sized to herself, now could she? Drizzling oil into the now hot pan, followed by the chunks of beef, she quickly browned all sides before turning the heat down just a touch. Next up: onions! The woman did not have much experience with an axe, but knives were obviously her forté. The sound of chopping was quick, almost like the sound of a wood pecker, as she made even slices. She decided the onion, tossed it in, gave it a good stir, added a splash of wine before turning her attention back to the rest of the vegetables. Potatoes. Cubed. Carrots. Sliced. Both done good and thin to lessen the wait for patient Jason. Into the pot it all went. Her hands worked quickly, pinching salt and seasonings into the bubbling concoction. Never before had the house smelled so good! She gave it a good stir, before cleaning off the counter top. Grabbing a mixing bowl, flour, eggs, milk, butter, and sugar, she started on something else; having turned on the oven already. She hummed a little dum as she worked away.
It wasn't much longer before his curious little trespasser was setting the table, pouring them each a glass of milk, setting out a small basket of sliced bread, making sure the butter was well stocked. Note: she kept the forks on the left hand side, and butter knives followed by soup spoons to the right hand side. She may have slight trust issues, but the girl did have some etiquette to her. As she set the space infront of where he sat, Ellie would lean into him, pressing her tender breasts into his shoulder innocently enough. Soon dinner was served, and her strawberry cobbler was set to cool on the tidied kitchen counter. She looked to him from her seat, wondering if he were the type to say grace before a meal. That, and she wanted to know if he liked her cooking...
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