Mitchell chuckled looking to her when she raised her eyebrows at him. "What?" He asked curiously. He explained that he didn't like when men called women that so he defended her. He wasn't used to be called adorable, but if it was her saying it then he'd happily be called adorable. "Thanks?" He chuckled a bit as he ate breakfast with her once it arrived before they walked to the store to get the supplies they needed for the meal. "Hm. I'm thinking we can bring something hot and cold so it'll be cooled by the time we get there." He explained with a smile before getting what they needed for the meal at the house. He also picked up a few extra…having a feeling they very well may burn lunch on accident and he wanted to have a back up set of food in case that did happen.
Once they arrived back at the house he walked in with her before looking around the place and seeing that George wasn't there, or was Nina, and he guessed that Annie was upstairs. "Hey Annie? I brought Ady with me, I'm not sure if she can see you quite yet but it wouldn't hurt to see if she can." He spoke making his way into the kitchen as he put down the food and got the pots and pans they may need. "Wish us luck we're going to uh…we're going to attempt to cook." He chuckled a bit looking to Adrienne as he offered her his hand to pull her into the kitchen and put an apron on around her.
"I'm warning you - I tend to start things on fire without meaning to." Adrienne said to Mitchell, just making sure that he was well aware of what was probably going to happen. When they had aprons on, the cooking started. Things were fine when she was the one chopping things - she managed not to cut herself or anything, so that was most definitely a plus - but when it came to using the stove, things became a little iffy. Ingredients were set on every available surface; pots were moved to make way for other ones.
"Isn't it supposed to be on medium heat?" Trying to decipher the instructions in the cookbook was like trying to read Sanskrit with no former training. When she and Mitchell gathered to read through the directions one more time, the stuff on the stove caught on fire. It went completely unnoticed until the smoke alarm went off.
Well.
She had warned him.
Mitchell smiled hearing her warming. "Warning heard." He chuckled wrapping the apron around her before he tied it for her and kissed her cheek before he got himself one as well. They started following the instructions before the food started getting on the stove. When they had made it to where the food was cooking, they looked through the directions once more, trying to figure out what step they were on, where they were supposed to go…neither of them realizing the food they made was actually burning. Mitchell blinked looking to the stove just as George bolted into the house with Nina on his heels. The scene had to be pretty funny to watch.
George stood by the kitchen door, his mouth open but no sound was coming out except little squeaks now and again. Finally after a few moments he seemed to find his voice again. "Both of you OUT!" George quickly rushed them out of the kitchen before he quickly got rid of the food that was burnt down the sink and sighed gathering new sets of dishes and getting the supplies set up himself. "I'll take care of this!" He quickly got the food on the stove and got it cooking while he worked on cleaning up the mess that had been left by Mitchell and Ady. Nina was in the living room and couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "Sometimes I really do feel that he's more of the woman in the relationship."
Adrienne and Mitchell were hardly out of the kitchen before George was acting like the Tasmanian Devil again, whirring about the kitchen and cleaning up the mess that the duo had previously left. "At least he didn't have an aneurism." The redhead offered, shrugging when Nina said that sometimes she thought George was the woman in that relationship.
Well, with his extreme hygiene, tact in the kitchen, and ability to weep at sad commercials on the television, yeah. George probably was the woman in that relationship. The house was near completely filled with smoke, which made it obvious why George had rushed inside so quickly. It had only been a single pot of food that had caught near on fire, but it somehow managed to fill the entire place with the smell of burnt food.
"He's not going to have a breakdown, is he?" The redhead questioned when a squawk was heard from the kitchen.
Mitchell watched as George took off into the kitchen to clean up. Nina shrugged a bit as she sat on the couch to chat with the girl a bit. Hearing George squawk in the kitchen she couldn't help but laugh. "He just might. You guys ruined some of his favorite pots. He gets...very attatched to them." She explained with a roll of her eyes. "YES! IT'S NOT RUINED!" George hollered from the kitchen as he cleaned out the dish that was burnt before he poked his head out of the kitchen long enough to look at Mitchell and Adrienne. "She is no longer allowed in our kitchen. Ady, I love you; you know that, but just…no." He sighed mumbling about how someone can catch fire to simple food in a pan.
After a little while they seemed to finally get everything all cleaned up. Mitchell collected the supplies he would need for the picnic with her, including a basket and a large blanket that would easily fit both of them. He also brought some pillows should they want to lay on it; sometimes it was nice to have something soft for your head. He let George put everything in the basket the way he wanted it to be. "Thank you George." He smiled at his friend who nodded and paused for a moment. "Please, I'm begging you…don't' eat her ok?" Mitchell just chuckled. "Ok, I promise." He looked to Ady with a smile before he offered her his arm. "Shall we?"
"Well, I didn't expect him to become attached to pots. That's new." That was one thing, at least, that had not existed three years prior. Mostly because George was a terrible cook when she'd known him, so they'd gotten along swimmingly in the kitchen - once they'd tried to bake something and ended up shouting at each other. Of course, they'd both been wrong about how to do it.
After George asked Mitchell not to eat her, Adrienne and the vampire left the flat and turned down the sidewalk. She took his arm when he offered it to her, strolling with him. She didn't know where they were going; he was the one leading the way to where ever the spot was he'd picked out. Eventually they'd ended up at a lake; one located a relative distance away from town. It was quiet, and she liked that. It was also fairly warm out, all things considering, and it wasn't long before they'd set up the blanket on the perfect spot and sat down.
Mitchell chuckled waving to George before he left with her, letting her accept his arm when he offered it to her. The lake was a bit out of town, but it was nice and quiet. He helped set up the blanket with her under a large tree to keep them in the shade but still somewhat in the sun as well. It was somewhat cloudy but nothing serious like rain. He took a seat before he gave her a smile. "George is uh…well he's afraid I'm going to try and eat you." He chuckled a bit. "He didn't even ask where I was last night if you can believe it. And yeah he gets pretty protective of his dishes. When Annie was learning she could move things, when she was upset dishes would go flying everywhere. Poor George I wasn't sure if he was having a heart attack because of Annie doing it or because his dishes were being flung around."
He leaned back against his arms before he looked to her and gave her a smile. He knew she was probably bubbling with questions and he was curious to see what was on her mind. "So, anything special you'd like to ask me?" He asked her curiously as he leaned his head against his hand and chuckled a bit. He sat up long enough to help her get the food together before he took a bite of the food that George had made…that they were supposed to make but it didn't end up that way. "Well, at least he's a good cook. I think if he wasn't we'd both be dead by now." He knew how to cook like quick throw in the microwave or oven things. Not this stuff quite yet.
Adrienne shrugged when Mitchell told her what George was worried about. It was a reasonable fear, she supposed, but not one that was valid - at least not now. If Mitchell had been going to drink her dry, he'd had plenty of opportunities to do so already. She couldn't help but laugh a little when he mentioned Annie just learning how to move things with what could only be considered ghost abilities, and she imagined George's face when his dishes were being tossed about. He'd probably made a few squeaking noises then, too.
"Oh, plenty of things." She was waiting to pounce on him with her questions. She did have a lot of them, after all. There was one that would, however, shape the rest of her questions. "So, how old are you, exactly?" She didn't know if he was touchy on the subject of age. Usually it was women that were like that, not men, but she didn't know if vampires got iffy when they were asked, too. There was so much that she didn't know about him and wanted to.