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His nose wrinkled a bit at the mention of meat, but otherwise seemed quite interested.
"I do enjoy my food quite hot. My father could never stand it, but my mother made dishes so fiery that the roof of your mouth would burn all night," he smiled.
"Really?" Faizel asked, looking a bit surprised. "I'd like that, very much," he added with that same dopey little smile that had snuck its way onto his lips earlier.
There was something about that little smile made her feel suddenly very shy, and she ducked her head and dropped her eyes so she wouldn't start blushing like an idiot. "Sure. It's no trouble."
"No one's ever really bothered to teach me how to cook," he confessed with a chuckle. "Mum always just shooed me out of the way, and dad was a bit useless in front of a stove. I'm mostly self taught."
There was a glint of mischief in Sunny's hazel eyes as she lifted her gaze almost coquettishly. "Oh, does that mean that I should teach you sooner rather than later, so you don't starve?"
"Oi, I can cook a bit," Faizel chuckled. "Perhaps I'm just eager for an excuse to share another meal with you," he suggested, just a bit shyly, even though he did his best to appear bold.
Sunny smiled. "Well, I suppose there's some important questions first, like," she held up her fingers as she counted off, "capacity of the largest pot you own and what spices you have on hand."
She had learned that one did not just assume a man had a spice rack. It ended in much laughter.
Sunny counted off ingredients on her fingers, eyes drifting to one side as she checked her brain for the whole list. "Garlic, ginger, peanuts, peanut butter, sweet potatoes, crushed tomatoes, onion, broth, greens, aaaaand cilantro, provided you don't think it tastes like soap. Oh, and rice. Rice is essential."
"Oh, then you'll be very impressed by the giant sack of potatoes I
purchased last week then," he quipped, smiling, then pushing his hair back
out of his eyes.
He had a very sweet smile, Sunny found herself thinking before she could roll her eyes. Her lips quirked in a little smile in spite of herself, and she glanced around for root vegetables. "C'mon," she said when she spied what she was looking for.
Faizel followed after her, keeping close as they wove through the narrow
isles of the shop. When an old man nearly walked into her with his trolly,
Faizel gently put and arm around her shoulders to guide her to the side-
Since the man seemed oblivious to his impending crash.
"Ten quid says he left his glasses home," he chuckled, leaning in and
speaking softly.
Sunny had to choke back a laugh, letting Faizel put an arm around her even as logically it struck her as unnecessary. She gave him a long look out of the corner of her eye, a bit mischievous. You're testing if you can touch me, and I'm going to let you.
"I don't think I'd take that bet," was what she said.
Faizel grinned at that, letting his touch linger as long as he dared, before slowly letting go. They were near the health drinks, and he grabbed a large bottle of coconut water off the shelf, raising his brows at the price before deciding to just buy it anyway.
Sunny didn't quite move away from him either, when he did let go of her. And it crossed her mind that this was not like her. Men showing her interest made her shy, tongue-tied, and she was almost treating this like she knew what she was doing when she most certainly did not.
She didn't bother with little indulgences like health drinks, seeing them as the drain on funds and little else, keeping strictly to what was on her list. "My psyche needs for me to go to an outdoor market soon. Places like this have no character."
"No? I love places like this. Tescos, Boots... They're all so clean and
bright. There's nothing like this back home. I used to buy my fruit from a
cart on the road sold by a half troll woman. ...Lovely woman, not brilliant
fruit. Much better off picking my own, but, well, you suffer for
convenience, I suppose," Faizel mused with a smile, his hand briefly
resting on Sunny's back, before moving away so he could pick up a box of
fruit pastels. ...And a flake. ...Then two flakes, wanting to get one for
Sunny as well.
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"I do enjoy my food quite hot. My father could never stand it, but my mother made dishes so fiery that the roof of your mouth would burn all night," he smiled.
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"There's vegetarian varieties as well," she said in response to the not-quite wince. "Maybe I could teach you sometime."
She did not let her face show her immediate reaction that she kind of couldn't believe she'd just said that.
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And then she let her head tip to one side, gave a twitch of a smile, and said, "Then we should pool resources. Your place or mine?"
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"Mine, I suppose- Oh, um, unless you'd rather be at yours," he added quickly. "I don't mind. Truly."
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She had learned that one did not just assume a man had a spice rack. It ended in much laughter.
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Sunny counted off ingredients on her fingers, eyes drifting to one side as she checked her brain for the whole list. "Garlic, ginger, peanuts, peanut butter, sweet potatoes, crushed tomatoes, onion, broth, greens, aaaaand cilantro, provided you don't think it tastes like soap. Oh, and rice. Rice is essential."
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"Rice is one thing I always have," Faizel smiled.
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"Oh, then you'll be very impressed by the giant sack of potatoes I purchased last week then," he quipped, smiling, then pushing his hair back out of his eyes.
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Faizel followed after her, keeping close as they wove through the narrow isles of the shop. When an old man nearly walked into her with his trolly, Faizel gently put and arm around her shoulders to guide her to the side- Since the man seemed oblivious to his impending crash.
"Ten quid says he left his glasses home," he chuckled, leaning in and speaking softly.
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"I don't think I'd take that bet," was what she said.
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She didn't bother with little indulgences like health drinks, seeing them as the drain on funds and little else, keeping strictly to what was on her list. "My psyche needs for me to go to an outdoor market soon. Places like this have no character."
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"No? I love places like this. Tescos, Boots... They're all so clean and bright. There's nothing like this back home. I used to buy my fruit from a cart on the road sold by a half troll woman. ...Lovely woman, not brilliant fruit. Much better off picking my own, but, well, you suffer for convenience, I suppose," Faizel mused with a smile, his hand briefly resting on Sunny's back, before moving away so he could pick up a box of fruit pastels. ...And a flake. ...Then two flakes, wanting to get one for Sunny as well.