( jinx maneuvers her way over to their kitchen, pull out the chair and then taking her seat. her gaze is down at the fish fry before her -- now letting it sink in that she never had silco's cooking before. they always had their food brought to them or it had been made by others or the famous jericho. the meal itself doesn't look astonishing but it doesn't look poorly either.
it has the appearance of home. that could be her imagination, of course. for all she knows, silco just whipped something up with very little love and care being put into it. but... there's something about the dish that makes it seem homely to her. and that's when she realizes a second thing -- this is also the first time the two of them are really sitting together at a dinner table... about to eat dinner. her cheeks flush at the awareness of it, ducking her head a little to hide it (but her pink eyes gleaming is betraying her). slowly, she raises up her fork and knife and begins to cut -- for once not using her bare hands to rip it apart. for some reason, it feels inappropriate to do when this moment feels way more meaningful than it probably should. )
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it has the appearance of home. that could be her imagination, of course. for all she knows, silco just whipped something up with very little love and care being put into it. but... there's something about the dish that makes it seem homely to her. and that's when she realizes a second thing -- this is also the first time the two of them are really sitting together at a dinner table... about to eat dinner. her cheeks flush at the awareness of it, ducking her head a little to hide it (but her pink eyes gleaming is betraying her). slowly, she raises up her fork and knife and begins to cut -- for once not using her bare hands to rip it apart. for some reason, it feels inappropriate to do when this moment feels way more meaningful than it probably should. )
... Did it take you long to make this?