 Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
She beamed at the compliment, trying not to let it go to her head. It wasn't like she was a chef or anything, but she had been making soup with her babulya for as long as she could remember. And grandmothers excelled at comfort food, from what she could tell. She shivered slightly, definitely due to being cold and not at all due to Cooper patting her on the back.
And that was why she had brought soup, so she quickly took her first bite, sans bruschetta, and sighed happily. Soup.
"That sounds amazing," Margaret said, laughing. "Both the camping and eating your way through three countries." It had been years since she'd gone camping with her own father and brothers (and Blake). She made a mental note to suggest it during her next off-season. And she couldn't help but smile as Cooper continued to compliment her cooking. He was exaggerating! She wasn't that good of a cook! It was hard to mess up the soup she'd brought, though, so she just smiled. "Thank you," she said quietly.
She thought for a moment before deciding what else to tell him. "Quidditch, mostly," she said. "I've been doing a little modeling for one of my brother's photographer friends, because they think that's what my career is." And it was awkward, lying to all her brothers' friends, but necessary. It wasn't like she could tell them about Quidditch. She didn't want to dwell on that though, so she moved on to other (more interesting) news.
"Since I've been visiting my mother more, I help around the estate sometimes." Which meant lots of French practice. "She wants me to move to France permanently, to help, since she's so busy with her job." She hadn't decided yet if she would actually move, but she hadn't decided that she wouldn't, either. "Are you still working with the Abraxans?" |