"Baby girl?"; I heard Damian's voice as I was chopping shallots in the kitchen.
I glanced at him and smiled.
"What are you doing, Baby girl?" he asked in disbelief and.. suspicion?
I rolled my eyes. What does he think I'm doing in the kitchen?
"I'm turning this kitchen into a meth lab" I told him as seriously as I could manage.
The look he gave me was more than enough to make me laugh. He looked horrified! Does he really think I'm going to run a meth lab?
I laughed. "I'm making us breakfast."
"You are cooking?"; I could still hear the disbelief in his voice.
"Of course, I'm cooking. Now shoo. Take a shower and join me here after that" I told him without looking at him, continuing to chop all the other ingredients.
I never enjoyed cooking at all. I hated the strong smell of garlic, shallot, and everything else on my fingernails. And I hated the feel of oil on my hands.
