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Freds_caribbeangirl 
Rhea sniggered when Noel said that he wasn't horrible at cooking. She knew what that meant. It meant he probably wouldn't burn water but she probably shouldn't put too much trust into his cooking. But then he asked her if she could cook and both her eyebrows almost cleared her forehead. " I happen to be a great cook, just not as good a baker." she wasn't all that bad at it but it was nothing like her Grammy's. That would could bake!
She shook her head when Noel said that they would be having what she wanted. Pfft if it was left to her, they would be snacking down fruits. But No, Noel hadn't enjoyed their food all that much so the least she could do now was to make him something that he would like. She adjusted the apron around her frame then her hands rested on her hips as she looked at him.
" Noel Laurent, what do you want to have?" she asked again in the most no nonsense voice she could muster. She almost scared herswlf with how much she sounded like her mother.
Not a good baker? Well
he could change that.
"I happen to be an exzellent baker." No not really. He knew how to bake simple cookies and such, but he was mostly referring to one thing in particular. His favorite dessert of course.
Moving over to what he thought was a pantry, his blue eyes scanned the ingredients as he waited for an answer on what Rhea wanted to make. Seemed like they could make anything with the amount of ingredients that was in here. His eyebrows raised in surprise at the tone of voice the young woman used though, causing him to laugh. She sounded like his mother. Looking over his shoulder, Noel crossed his arms and leaned against the pantry doorway, thinking about it.
"Alright. Well, how about I teach you how to make Clafouti? It'z my favorite dezzert, and zen you get to zay zat you are a good baker." Because he was a good teacher (at least, he liked to think so), which in return, meant she would know how to bake something rather well. Obviously, hehe.