“I have to owe this one to Mother Nature” she said. “DAMMIT!” Coltrane thought “I did make it uncomfortable for her. Let’s just carry on as if nothing happened and I didn’t make it weird. She sure looks as if I didn’t do anything. She’s so nice, hiding her embarrasement like that when she doesn’t have to. I don’t know if it’s aggrevating that she thinks she needs to do that instead of telling me off, or if it’s a green flag. Maybe that’s the definition of a beige flag, I don’t know, it’s not like I didn’t grow up with red flags in my face so I can’t really judge these propperly.”
He handed her the knife to try to get everything to normal and her blush seemed to be lighter, more natural, and she smiled while saying. "Can you chop these veggies so they could be steamed?"with that serious tone like she did earlier with the salute. She then grinned even wider and said. “This must be a parallel universe. If I remeber correctly, at our first formal meeting you came at me with a knife?” He raised an eyebrow. "When I told you to imagine the tiny handheld weight to be a knife, I hope you realize I meant only for the session."He jokingly said and chuckled at the end. “It’s also when you taught me to K.I.S.S.” Now he was blushing. “I hope you don’t get much practice K.I.S.S.-ing in real life.” Which basically means I hope you will never find yourself in a position where you have to use a defence method I showed you.
“So … can I ask what’s on the menu, chef?” The breaded chicken rolls were already frying in the pan of oil and she knew she was dicing veggies to be steamed, so Coltrane was confused on how she didn’t know what she was eating. “Maybe she means to ask what the name of the meal is, I mean she already knows exactly what it is.” He thought.
“This is a bit of a comfort food for me. My mom used to make it for me when I was nervous before a big event or if I failed something. It was the only food I could eat when nervous because nausea would make anything else feel like I’m eating rocks. The hot melted cheese, the chicken and the ham, along with some sauce could make me forgot for a moment about anything, especially the dissapointment I felt in myself when I failed or the nerves and the overthinking getting to me before an exam or something.. But yeah, this is called Cordon Bleu. Apparently it was the staple of a very famous culinary school, or it was made there, so it was named after the school itself.” He turned to her. “Let’s steam those veggies.”
@eunoia - Sadie