Freya sat staring at Molly a bit dumbfounded for a moment. Was she even [i]listening[/i] to what she had asked? And the way she was talking…It bothered her a little, but in a way she couldn’t quite explain. She almost instantly regretted asking her a question, thinking it might have been better to leave the young woman in her own thoughts because soon she was simply rambling on and on. It was…rather unsettling if she was to be honest. She did keep a polite smile on her face, nodding occasionally to show she was in fact, listening. Not that she thought Molly was actually talking to be heard by anyone else. 

Was James really that popular? Looking up as the pair returned from the kitchen, she nodded. [color=0072bc][b]“Of course, it wasn’t a problem. I know you two will make something fantastic for your midterm test.”[/b][/color] She stood, giving a small wave towards the girls as they were ushered out, no doubt with some protests about why Freya herself wasn’t being excused.

How swiftly he locked the door made her giggle.[color=0072bc][b] “You know James, here I thought you actually liked entertaining guests.”[/b][/color] She teased, sitting back down beside him as he returned to the living room. When he mentioned Rebecca’s plate she shook her head. [color=0072bc][b]“It’s fine. I don’t know if Molly would have caught that it was overcooked. It’ll help her maybe pay a bit more attention to the foie gras when it goes in the pan.”[/b][/color] At his suggestion for her having something she cook, she gasped, looking at him rather shocked.

[color=0072bc][b]“James, honestly…You’re sitting here asking me if I would like some of your cooking? Please.”[/b][/color] She smiled and stood to head into the kitchen, soon returning with a small plate that James had cooked, and a warm cup of tea she had poured. Biting into this one was what she had expected to taste, a small moan of bliss escaping her throat as she held one of her cheeks. [color=0072bc][b]“That is sooo good! You always amaze me in the kitchen James.”[/b][/color] After finishing it, she drank her tea little by little, and when it was gone as well, leaned her head against James’ shoulder. Glancing at the clock, it was close to 2pm. That didn’t take a terribly long time. 

[color=0072bc][b]“I’m glad I could help you today, James. It feels really nice to be useful. Although…”[/b][/color] She gave a slight pause, and her fingers moved to gently grip at the fabric of his shirt. [color=0072bc][b]“…Molly gave off the impression that you’re quite ah….popular…with the ladies in class..”[/b][/color] Freya cleared her throat. [color=0072bc][b]“Goodness, I…I don’t know it was a little weird? Not to mention the looks I got, haha.”[/b][/color] She sighed softly, her fingers letting the fabric slip through them as she sighed. [color=0072bc][b]“I sound ridiculous…”[/b][/color] The young woman stood up and ran a hand through her hair before picking up the dishes she made, and turned to head towards the kitchen again. [color=0072bc][b]“I’ll help you get everything cleaned up.”[/b][/color] 

Entering the kitchen, she grabbed a few pans off the stove and began washing them, trying to move on and focus her attention on something else, besides the annoying feeling in her stomach of other people gushing over James.