Don't worry, Lord Osborne. Ellarinne's stomach is made of fel iron, your bread won't hurt her no matter how weird it is.
She smiles, accepting the bottle and nodding in approval at both the offering and his choice in clothes. "It is," she agrees. "Come on in."
She leads him through the front room and into her kitchen, the tools and most of the ingredients for making bread already arranged on the table. Ellarinne's townhouse is still largely furnished with the leavings of its previous occupants, but her cookware? Ah, that's as new as she can afford.
The wine goes into the ice box to chill, and then she turns to Erik and explains in a half-teasing tone, "The first lesson every cook must learn is cleanliness. Since we're just baking for ourselves today I won't make you wear a hairnet, but it's a good habit to get into when you're cooking for a group. And you must always, always wash your hands. Just because neither of us can get sick in a way that matters doesn't mean we can't pass contamination onto other people. So," she gestures to the wash basin. "Roll your sleeves up, and wash up to your elbows for at least thirty seconds."
While he does that, Ellarinne will be carefully gathering her hair into a bun and tying it out of her face. Once he's done it's her turn to wash up, humming under her breath.
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She smiles, accepting the bottle and nodding in approval at both the offering and his choice in clothes. "It is," she agrees. "Come on in."
She leads him through the front room and into her kitchen, the tools and most of the ingredients for making bread already arranged on the table. Ellarinne's townhouse is still largely furnished with the leavings of its previous occupants, but her cookware? Ah, that's as new as she can afford.
The wine goes into the ice box to chill, and then she turns to Erik and explains in a half-teasing tone, "The first lesson every cook must learn is cleanliness. Since we're just baking for ourselves today I won't make you wear a hairnet, but it's a good habit to get into when you're cooking for a group. And you must always, always wash your hands. Just because neither of us can get sick in a way that matters doesn't mean we can't pass contamination onto other people. So," she gestures to the wash basin. "Roll your sleeves up, and wash up to your elbows for at least thirty seconds."
While he does that, Ellarinne will be carefully gathering her hair into a bun and tying it out of her face. Once he's done it's her turn to wash up, humming under her breath.