Aviza’s knife reflected the lights from the kitchen ceiling as it glided across each apple, cutting the skin off of them with no resistance or pull. The knife moved faster across the apples now while she listened to Stukov, remaining silent and emotionless until he had left the kitchen entirely. It was only then that she spoke to the Inquisitor who stood to her right. [color=00aeef]“If I was told I would be standing inside of a kitchen tonight with an Inquisitor helping him making apple pie, I would have thought the person quite mentally unstable.”[/color] The Adepta Sororitas glanced over at Zhevon, twirling the knife between the fingers of her left hand in a blur of motion before quickly slicing the apples and placing them into a metal bowl. With the correct ingredients selected, Aviza added a small amount of nutmeg, cinnamon, flour, butter and milk with the apple slices before gently mixing the contents together carefully as to not make a horrible mess. Then the mixture was placed into a prepared pie pan that held the bottom part of the pie in place. The pie crust would come next, being delicately placed on top of the pan and the edges would be crimped to hold it in place. Grabbing onto her knife again, Aviza cut small steam vents into the top of the pie to help it cook evenly. 

Standing back from the counter, she admired their baking skills with a nod of approval. [color=00aeef]“Do you bake pastries like this often Inquisitor Zhevon? I am impressed, next time we have the chance I would like to try and make something more complicated with you, if you would be interested?”[/color] Bending down on one knee, Aviza opened the oven door before placing the pie inside and closing the door and making the correct adjustments so that it would come out a beautiful golden brown, well cooked and delicious. Standing up, Aviza walked over to the sink and cleaned off her knife before placing it back into its sheath. Turning around, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked into Zhevons eyes with her own. [color=00aeef]"I would like to talk to you about the events that transpired inside of the Military Memorial Art Gallery and why you found it necessary to break in. What were you looking for inside of that building, what were those statues, and why would you break in when you could just as easily use the front door to enter?”[/color] There was a long pause before Aviza spoke once more, [color=00aeef]“I also wanted to ask if there is a shower I could use, and potentially a bed I could sleep upon as well.”[/color]