“Damn! My nose can not take it anymore! I gotta have a taste!” Oriana shouted as she emerged from the stairs, freshly showered and sprinted into the kitchen where Emerald was currently making dinner.
“Please Mera. I’m practically salivating like a canine,” she begged as she clasped her hands together as though in prayer while giving Emerald a look that was supposed to be a puppy dog eyes look but was rather a look that made her appear as though she were having a hard time defecating.
Emerald only rolled her eyes and continued humming to the music playing from the headphones around her ears. She cleared the kitchen island of the mess she had made while mixing before carrying the used bowl, spatula and other utensils and placing them in the sink to begin washing.
“Mera. . . Come on,” Oriana whined again but was only ignored in return.
Emerald heard a groan and moments later, from her peripheral vision, she saw a hand extending towards the bowl where she had mixed the batter but before the hand could accomplish its mission, she swiftly picked up the rubber spatula and whacked the extended hand.
Oriana let out a yelp as she retracted her hand and jumped back, making Emerald smirk in satisfaction.
“Hey! What was that for? And how the hell did you do that so fast? Are you some kind of female version of Kid Danger? What’s with the super fast reflexes?” She rambled as she glared at Emerald while rubbing her whacked hand soothingly.
Emerald pulled down the headphones, making them sit on her neck before replying,
“First, you licking from the bowl is just gross. If you want to do something like that, make sure you’re the one cooking and not me,” She glanced at Oriana to see her lips turn into a pout before she sucked her teeth and looked down at her hand which was starting to redden. She looked back up at Emerald and glared at her, causing Emerald to snicker.
She knew that Oriana couldn’t cook to save her life. If water could burn while boiling, Oriana would cause water to burn. That was how bad she was. She even got kicked out of the Home Economics department, precisely the Food and Nutrition class because she had almost set the entire kitchen on fire from making an omelette.
“Secondly, I’m not some ‘Kid Danger’ or whatever. It’s just the effect of my Jiu-Jitsu and karate classes back in high school and lastly, dinner’s almost ready. Just a few more minutes so calm your titties,” she concluded as she rinsed the lather off the utensils and placed them back in their original positions.
She turned around to see Oriana still caressing her hand with a little pout on her lips. She sighed and moved towards her. Holding her hand, she brought it to her lips and blew little breaths of air against her skin before rubbing it slightly, making Oriana let out a rather dramatic wince.
Emerald rolled her eyes and looked up at her friend, who was still wearing the small pout on her lips.
“It was a rubber spatula, Ori. Stop being so dramatic,” she commented.
“That didn’t stop it from being painful,” Oriana retorted.
Emerald rolled her eyes before rubbing it again. Giving her hand a small peck, she lifted her face and dropped her hand.
“Well as much as I’d like to kiss away the pain, I have to take a shower. I feel sweaty and sticky and I smell awfully delicious,” she sniffed her shirt before letting go with a gag and grimace.
Oriana giggled at her friend’s antics.
“You smell luscious,” she giggled again, making Emerald’s lips turn into a smile. She gave her friend a peck on the cheek before heading towards her room to take a shower.
Smelling like the food she just made didn’t sit well with her so she would always take a shower after cooking but apparently Oriana loved it. She would always say if there was a perfume made out of food essence, she wouldn’t hesitate to purchase thousands of them because she loved smelling like ambrosial delicacies. To her, it would make men literally salivate at the mere scent of you.
Typical Ori.
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“Mera! Come see what’s going on!” Emerald heard Oriana shout as she stepped down the last stair, freshly showered and in her silky singlet and shorts pyjamas. She rounded the corner into the kitchen to see Oriana looking anxiously at the oven, whose timer was letting out a beeping sound.
She was biting her nails and jumping from one foot to another. She spotted Emerald walk into the kitchen and she hurriedly ran to her. She was acting like a kid, who didn’t know what an oven was.
“I think it’s done,” she said.
“You think?” Emerald walked to the oven and turned it off before opening it to let out the heavenly aroma and soon enough the aroma diffused round the entire kitchen.
She wore her blue coloured oven mitts and brought out the tray containing the mouthwatering dish before removing one of the mitts.
“You know you could have just turned it off instead of shouting my name, right?” She retorted as she reached for the pizza cutter in the upper cupboard above the sink.
Hearing no reply, she turned around and saw that Oriana’s eyes were glued to the mozzarelly delicacy placed on the kitchen island. Her lips were slightly parted as she licked her lips before gulping. Emerald rolled her eyes before walking over to the dish rack to grab two plates.
“And risk burning down the house? Never,” Oriana replied absentmindedly as she kept staring at the food.
“Over exaggeration,” Emerald mused.
“Seems like you’ve already forgotten how I almost burnt down our apartment back in college. You know everything I touch in the kitchen literally bursts into flames,” she answered.
Emerald was surprised that her friend could manage to reply her without forgetting what was being discussed seeing as she had the attention span of a chipmunk.
“True,” she replied as she put the metallic utensil into the hot and cheesy viand, cutting it into even triangles.
“What do you call this even?” Oriana asked.
“Margherita pizza.”
“Italian?”
“Hmm mm. . .” she nodded. “Luca taught me a few years back in college, together with a couple more dishes.”
She placed three slices each in both plates, leaving four more in the tray. She looked up and made contact with Oriana’s bogus puppy dog eyes, making her roll her eyes as she placed an extra slice on her plate, causing her to grin widely, before putting the remnant in a package and placing it in the refrigerator.
She opened the bottom part of the refrigerator which was stocked with drinks. She pulled out two bottles of Coca–cola and shut the fridge before turning back to toss one into Ori’s hands, of which she had trouble catching.