Needs More Salt
Nesta trying Cassian's cooking for the first time.
The soup was just there. The smell called to her, beckoned her forth, practically screamed at her. Eat me! Eat me! And when she saw what was inside, her mouth watered and her stomach growled. Her control was strong granted, but the temptation was stronger. She hadn't eaten breakfast, it was warranted.
The first bite left her moaning. She'd never thought heaven could taste so good. The flavors burst into her mouth like sunbeams and she was thoroughly relishing in its unfathomable depths. It was the type of soup that made her whole body feel full and not just her stomach. Made her feel warm inside.
She was happily sipping on the broth when Cassian came in. He stopped short when he saw her. He looked down at the bowl, then up at her. His smug smirk grew, and she could practically see his ego inflate.
"Did you eat my soup?" He said curiously, eyes squinting. She refused to answer his question and instead took another bite to her heart's content. His smile grew, she could sense the pride there. She wanted to squash it like a bug.
"You like it?" He asked. She felt like rolling her eyes, she didn't need to tell him what he already knew. His smile grew larger than she thought was necessary, but she made him smile often enough. It was easy to make Cassian happy she started to realize.
Nesta looked down at her bowl, gazed at the cubes of beef and array of vegetables floating in the broth. She refused to meet his arrogant smile or his pompous stare. She swallowed her annoyance and the food.
"Needs more salt." She simply replied. Cassian huffed.
"Your attitude needs less salt." Nesta merely raised an eyebrow at his annoyance. She lowered her head and continued to eat in silence. Cassian scoffed and turned away to grab a bowl. When his back was turned, she quickly hid the smile that was starting appear on her bored face. No use in encouraging Cassian and his ego.
When she saw him ladling the soup into the bowl, she had to swallow her displeasure. That was her food. She eyed the pan with delicious envy. She'd fight for it if she had to. Cassian turned around and saw her menacing stare. He merely looked back innocently.
"I made it, I have more rights to it than you do." He shrugged and sat down next to her. Except, him sitting next to her was more like Cassian taking three- fourths of the space at the island. She silently cringed at the lack of space.
Sensing her derision, he leaned closer. Close enough she could feel his breath along her ear.
"If my food can make you warm inside, imagine what the rest of me can do."
She had to force herself to remain placated as he winked at her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to punch him or laugh. Whenever Nesta got to that point, she knew it was time to bow out gracefully. No point in testing the waters, when she was perfectly content with the shore.
His laugh could be heard through the halls even as she moved farther away from the kitchen, bowl of soup in hand.
This was literally just written because I want caldo, but I don't have time to make it… which sucks. Terribly. So enjoy this awful fanfic at the cost of my stomach.
Anyways, till tomorrow, since I'll probably write something tomorrow.