[He'd rather he not react, so that's good actually. Until Chishiya notices him smiling. That's a little irritating. He narrows his eyes slightly.]
I can cook a few things.
[He mutters because he can, in fact, cook well enough to feed himself, but he doesn’t feel good enough about it to feel confident cooking for someone else.
And he definitely never learned how to make mochi or anything like that. Which she specifically asked for.]
I actually told her I couldn't. But then she seemed...disappointed.
[Even as he says it he realizes that this sounds the opposite of casual. Hm.]
[ Nailed it. Jake definitely isn't snorting into his flour as he begins mixing. ]
Mind if I run that story back to you, just to get your take? [ Jake begins, lightly enough, feeling the dough's texture and holding it out to Chishiya ("Feel that," he instructs in a quick aside, "It should feel like that when you're done"). ] Okay, so. This girl you hang out with constantly asks if you can cook, you tell the girl who hangs out with you constantly 'no', the girl you hang out with constantly seems suddenly disappointed aaaand....
[ Flour mixture divided into three bowls, Jake begins adding the flavorings with only a quick glance up in Chishiya's direction. ]
Now you're out here challenging yourself, completely independent from Alina's big doe eyes? Now I asks ya, pal, if I told you that story would you think I'm full of it or what?
[He focuses on the dough, patting it at Jake's instruction and making a mental note of the texture. Though he's listening to the rest of what Jake says, too. In spite of himself, honestly.
Okay, maybe Jake has a point. Maybe Chishiya even knew that this would happen. Still, he doesn't answer Jake's question at the end, instead he says:]
I don't hang out with her constantly.
[Sometimes, he does other things. Like work in the infirmary and tinker in the lab. He people watches and trolls the network. He eats cookies and listens to tier talks. He takes naps.]
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I can cook a few things.
[He mutters because he can, in fact, cook well enough to feed himself, but he doesn’t feel good enough about it to feel confident cooking for someone else.
And he definitely never learned how to make mochi or anything like that. Which she specifically asked for.]
I actually told her I couldn't. But then she seemed...disappointed.
[Even as he says it he realizes that this sounds the opposite of casual. Hm.]
Anyway, I like challenging myself sometimes.
[Nailed it.]
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Mind if I run that story back to you, just to get your take? [ Jake begins, lightly enough, feeling the dough's texture and holding it out to Chishiya ("Feel that," he instructs in a quick aside, "It should feel like that when you're done"). ] Okay, so. This girl you hang out with constantly asks if you can cook, you tell the girl who hangs out with you constantly 'no', the girl you hang out with constantly seems suddenly disappointed aaaand....
[ Flour mixture divided into three bowls, Jake begins adding the flavorings with only a quick glance up in Chishiya's direction. ]
Now you're out here challenging yourself, completely independent from Alina's big doe eyes? Now I asks ya, pal, if I told you that story would you think I'm full of it or what?
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Okay, maybe Jake has a point. Maybe Chishiya even knew that this would happen. Still, he doesn't answer Jake's question at the end, instead he says:]
I don't hang out with her constantly.
[Sometimes, he does other things. Like work in the infirmary and tinker in the lab. He people watches and trolls the network. He eats cookies and listens to tier talks. He takes naps.]