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Adelina smiled at him in return. [color=ed1c24]"Well lucky for us, I can cook. Scoot over."[/color] She laughed and shooed him away so she could root around for an idea on what they could eat for dinner. She hummed thoughtfully to herself as she took stock of what they had. [color=ed1c24]"It's cold out so I can whip up some stew."[/color] She replied. She rolled up her sleeves and drug out a pot and set it on the stove. She then went about collecting the vegetables and meat. She grabbed a knife and began chopping up carrots and such that would go in the stew. She was so focused on her task that she didn't even notice when Orren had stepped out of the room. Soon their dinner was cooking and she tapped her chin thoughtfully. While their dinner was cooking she could make them dessert, but what? She looked around the kitchen thoughtfully and spotted a bowl of apples. Apple pie, perfect! 

With a smile, she grabbed the bowl and carried it over to her work station. Then she grabbed a clean knife and began to peel the apples, being careful so as not to accidentally slice her finger. Once they were all peeled, she sliced them up then set them aside. Next she began to work on making the dough for the pie. She began humming to herself as she worked, strands of hair falling in her eyes only to be blown back with a small puff of air. Her motions fluid as she worked, she was almost dancing around the kitchen while she worked and soon she had a pie cooking in the oven. She smiled in satisfaction and grabbed a ladle to stir the stew with. 

She sensed movement behind her and looked over her shoulder, Orren now being able to see a streak of flour on her left cheek. She noticed he was staring at her with an indescribable expression. She gave him a smile, a few strands of hair falling against her forehead as she washed her hands free of flour and the like, still unaware of the flour on her cheek. [color=ed1c24]"I decided to make us a pie as well."[/color] She commented as she dried her hands, turning towards him. [color=ed1c24]"I could make us some tea as well? Or apple cider?"[/color]