[center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4863847][img]https://i.imgur.com/GNpEhVz.png[/img][/url] [sub]Currently in: [b]Kitchen[/b] [sub][@Rejoyce] [@OliveYou][/sub][/sub][/center][hr][hr] With everything set out and ready, Rebekah fidgeted and fussed with every item in the kitchen, making sure everything that either she or Sprouts would need would be within easy reach, pushing away all thoughts that what she was doing was totally inappropriate and how if this was her kitchen she'd have kicked herself out back to her mom to relearn her manners. Thus when Cute Girl poked her head inside and started scolding her, Rebekah couldn't help but involuntarily jump like a cat seeing a cucumber. Startled, Rebekah faced Cute Girl and did a panicked salute, meeping out a hurried [color=faef94]"Yes ma'am sorry sir ma'am I'll do my best!"[/color] But she didn't make a move out of the kitchen since Cute Girl also didn't exactly say that she couldn't help. Which as it turned out, the Sprout ordered her to do just so by prepping the greens and the fruits the moment he rushed in, and since he [i]was[/i] the head cook Rebekah couldn't [i]possibly[/i] refuse him in any way, shape or form. Giving a smarter salute to Sprouts than what she had done earlier, she confidently belted out a [color=faef94]"You got it boss!"[/color] Being most confident in her knifework, she scraped out a menacing hiss as she honed a chef's knife with steel before gleefully getting to work slicing, dicing, and pruning whatever needed to be done. Still, prep work wasn't the most engaging of tasks and she had always enjoyed a certain amount of banter being flung around when she worked in a professional kitchen and knowing next to nothing about her fellow cook made her instantly blurt out [color=faef94]"So Sprouts, where'd you learn to cook?"[/color][hr][hr][sub][b]Relationship Scores[/b][/sub] [indent][sub][b][color=FF829B]Cute Girl[/color][/b] +75 Respect Rising [b][color=lightblue]Awkward Sprout[/color][/b] +15 Oh thank god he can cook[/sub][/indent]