The next morning, after finishing their meditation, Natalie and Osmond head to the kitchen.
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Pudding!"
"Wheat or oat flour?"
"Whichever is quicker."
"Milk, water or coconut milk?"
"Coconut!"
"What flavor?"
"Umm, vanilla, white chocolate and dark chocolate all together."
Osmond thoroughly washes his hands, wipes them with a kitchen towel, pulls out a saucepan out of a cabinet and puts it on the counter.
He then takes out the oat flour from another cabinet and all the ingredients out of the fridge and puts them on the counter. Natalie is just standing around, observing Osmond.
"Wanna help?"
"Not really."
"Then sit."
Natalie sits down at the table, facing Osmond.
Osmond takes a spoon and puts several spoonfuls of oat flour in the saucepan, sealing the flour afterwards. He chops some white and dark chocolate and scrapes up vanilla seeds from a vanilla pod, then pours some coconut milk in the saucepan. After that, he blends the milk, vanilla and flour together using a hand blender.
"Can't you just use a whisk?"
"I don't want any clumps."
"Then whisk it better."
"Wanna take over?"
"No, sorry, I'll stay quiet."
Osmond plugs out the blender and puts it next to the sink. He turns on the stove and sets it on medium high, puts the saucepan on the stove and adds the chopped chocolate. He then takes out a wooden cooking spoon and starts stirring.
"Natalie, please go wash your hands, then take two small bowls and rinse them with water"
Natalie eagerly follows Osmond's instructions.
"What now?"
"Just leave them on the counter here."
She leaves the bowls within Osmond's reach and goes back to her seat.
After several minutes of stirring, the pudding thickens, and Osmond pours it into the two wet bowls.
"I offer this food to God, Om Tat Sat."
"Is it done?"
"It's done, you can scrape the saucepan if you want."
"Yay!"
Osmond moves the puddings to the table and puts a teaspoon in each, while Natalie gleefully eats the pudding stuck on the cooking spoon and the sides of the saucepan.
"Thank you, God, for this food."
"Don't start eating without me!"
Natalie puts the saucepan and cooking spoon in the sink and sits down at the table.
"Thank you, God, for this food."
They begin eating.
"Natalie, do you really enjoy pudding that much?"
"Not really. I mean, it tastes nice, but the entire experience is over within a few minutes, so I don't really enjoy it that much."
"Then why were you so excited for it?"
"Because you were making it, and I like you."
Osmond blushes.
"Geez, you're making me all flustered."
A twisted smile appears on Natalie's face.
"Am I now? And what if I do this?"
Natalie scoops some pudding with her teaspoon and tries to feed it to Osmond. Osmond reluctantly accepts, getting even more embarrassed. Natalie's smile widens.
"Your, uhm..."
"What is it?"
"You look prettier when you're smiling than when you're angry."
Natalie gets a little embarrassed. Osmond takes a bite from his own bowl.
"You sure talk smooth for a pasta pervert."
"Oh geez, not this again!"
"Pervert! You big virgin pervert!"
Natalie puts on a fake scowl and fills her mouth with pudding.
"I bet you're just saying that to hide your embarrassment."
She turns red.
"Am not!"
"Sure you're not."
Osmond scoops up a lot of pudding and puts it in his mouth.
"Am not, am not, am not!"
"You're such a maiden."
"YOU'RE the maiden, you…"
"Pervert? Pasta fetishist?"
Osmond shovels the rest of his pudding in his mouth, gets up and puts his bowl in the sink.
Natalie finishes eating as well.
"Argh, and it was going so well!"
"Don't tease me like that, Natalie."
"Bowl!" -Natalie says as she tries to hand Osmond her empty bowl, but Osmond doesn't take it.
"Fridge." -Osmond says as he points to the fridge.
"Take my bowl and put it in the sink, Oz."
"Say please."
"Fine, I'll do it myself!"
She gets up and puts her bowl in the sink.
"Don't get angry before work, Nat."
"It's not my fault you're a jerk."
"You know, I meant it when I said that you look prettier when you're smiling."
Natalie gets even more flustered. She composes herself, then shows a forced, teethy smile to Osmond.
"Am I pretty, Oz?" –She says through her teeth.
"You're such a child."
She scowls.
"Why are you so mean this morning?"
"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry."
Her expression softens.
"And now you show your freaking adorable gentle side. How am I supposed to stay angry at you if you're so darn cute!"
Natalie pinches both his cheeks, and Osmond gets a bit flustered.
"You'll be late for work."
"You're just saying that 'cause you're embarrassed."
"Yeah..."
"Ugh, you're so cute I just HAVE to kiss you!"
"Noooo!"
Osmond gets away from Natalie and runs to his room, and Natalie follows behind. She pushes Osmond onto his bed and gets on top of him, restraining his arms.
"You're mine now."
"You'll be late for work, Nat, you should go get ready for work."
"Not before I kiss you."
Her face gets closer.
"Don't violate my virgin lips!"
"Cry some more."
She gets close enough to feel Osmond's breath on her lips. Osmond closes his eyes and averts his face. She whispers in Osmond's ear:
"You can't run away now..."
She closes in on Osmond's lips again. Osmond parts them a little, and she notices. She lets go of Osmond's arms, grabs his head… And kisses him on the cheek.
"Fufufufufu."
She gets off. Osmond's face turns bright red.
"You big, tall jerk, I thought you were gonna violate me!"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
He's so flustered he can't respond.
"Oh God, I love seeing you like this."
"You bully! Dominatrix!"
She kisses him on the cheek again.
"AH!"
"I bet you're enjoying this."
"Am NOT! I think!"
"I'd love to play with you some more, but now I really have to get ready for work."
She gets up and starts walking towards the bedroom door.
"Go! Go away, you… You carnivore! Robber of virginities!"
"Fufufu."
She stops at the door.
"Just so you know, I'm also a virgin."
"Just go!"
She leaves his room with a smile and starts getting ready for work.