Be quiet and let me concentrate! [...Yep. True to her usual form - just be quiet and sit there. Be quiet and be cute, that's all Perona wants. Though, after about a minute, Perona grunts and relents to letting him help while she washes the spinach and cuts the chicken as directed.] ...Eh, set the table if you really want to help.
[And that's that. She goes right back into her cooking mode, though it's on hyperdrive as well. Do this, do that, move quicker, make sure it's perfect. She's timing just about everything, zipping to and fro in her kitchen to make sure everything going right and she's working quickly enough. Is the chicken cooked through? How are the carrots? Oh, right, the garlic needs to be minced! She does that quickly, too quickly considering how her mind is racing and reciting the recipe on high speed, and the blade connects with skin.]
Ah--shit! [OW. Fuckin' knife. B| God damnit, and it's bleeding, too. Guess she can't use that garlic now, either. Oh, this is so frustrating!]
[Action, January 13th]
[And that's that. She goes right back into her cooking mode, though it's on hyperdrive as well. Do this, do that, move quicker, make sure it's perfect. She's timing just about everything, zipping to and fro in her kitchen to make sure everything going right and she's working quickly enough. Is the chicken cooked through? How are the carrots? Oh, right, the garlic needs to be minced! She does that quickly, too quickly considering how her mind is racing and reciting the recipe on high speed, and the blade connects with skin.]
Ah--shit! [OW. Fuckin' knife. B| God damnit, and it's bleeding, too. Guess she can't use that garlic now, either. Oh, this is so frustrating!]