With a hand on the doorframe, Cecilia supported herself as she toed off her sandals before she, barefoot, followed Sirius to the kitchen. "Not necessarily, no," she smirked, taking the offered opportunity to openly give his body a glance over. He was slim, yes, bordering on skinny, but the look of him made her think that he was looking healthier now than he had before, as if he was filling out his body again. "I just figured that it'd be easier to cook up something with a good variation of ingredients to choose from."
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Date: 2012-12-04 03:22 am (UTC)She came up next to him by the counter. "A glass of wine sounds lovely, please," she accepted his offer. An amused ripple ran over her forehead at the way he looked her over, not unlike the glance over she had just given him, and then he looked away. "We could make something flambé if you miss the open flame." From the basket she pulled out one of the roots she had found and tested a bit, both at the lab but also at home in her kitchen once she was certain it wasn't poisonous. "But you have to try this one. Peel it, slice it and bake it in the oven with some herbs," pinching her thumb and middlefinger on each finger together, she kissed them tip of them and hummed softly, "it's wickedly delicious. Tastes sinfully delicious even if it's disgustingly healthy."