[FIC] Sketches (6/?) (Princess and the Frog)
Title: Sketches: Spices, Gumbo & Cooking
Author: kohee
Pairing: Naveen x Tiana
Summary: Naveen eesses with Tiana's spices and wants to learn how to cook.
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Author's note: Backlogged Princess and the Frog ficlet(s). Again. I need to remember this writing archive journal thing for things at FF.net.
Naveen picked up one of the many little packets on Tiana's kitchen table, turning over the packet of reddish powder in his hands. “This is most interesting.”
She looked up from the pot she was stirring, an eyebrow raised in question. “And how so, is the paprika interesting?”
“Well,” he began, setting down the packet and picking up several dried leaves. “Interesting how all these powders and leaves can help you create wonderful soups and gumbos and different kinds of food.”
Tiana plucked the leaves from his fingers and tossed them into her gumbo pot. “They're called spices, Froggy, and they aptly spiced up my dishes.” Dipping a spoon into the pot, she brought a spoonful of gumbo to her lips, sipping it, savoring the taste, and tilted her head to one side, rolling her tongue against the roof of her mouth, trying to discern the flavors and deciding what else should be added, if needed.
“No, no. You see,” he said, shifting closer to her, and picking up another one of the many dried leaves scattered across the counter. “This, by itself, it does not taste good, and I shall demonstrate.”
He bit into the leaf, which crackled, and he then chewed it, and Tiana laughed as his face distorted into a grimace. “But, if you put this leaf into your pot...” he selected two more leaves and crumbled them into the gumbo. “...it will taste excellent. Marvelous.”
She picked up her spoon again, and scooped up the bubbling broth, and held out the spoon to Naveen. “You taste it.”
Willingly, he sampled the gumbo, and smiled at her, handing her the bottle of nearly empty and very well-used tabasco sauce. “It needs your favourite spice, the tabasco sauce, and it will be, how do you say it? The wasp's knees.”
She took the bottle from him, and tapped his forehead with the spoon. “Bee's knees.”
“Bees, yes.” He repeated obediently. “I apologise, for you see, ever since I stopped eating insects, I have lost track of their names.”
“Excuses a plenty.” She scoffed, adding two dashes of tabasco, and turned around to see Naveen still running his fingers through the leaves and powders, packets and bottles, with a curious expression on his face.
“Now, don't you go mixing up my spices,” she said warningly, “because I want everything still in their places.”
His hands stilled and he backed a little away from the kitchen table, holding up his hands in a gesture of mock surrender.
“That's better.” She gave the pot one last stir, and covered it with a lid, as Naveen sidled up behind her and rested his hands on her waist, his head on her shoulder.
“I am thinking,” he said, his tone pondering, “I have become very very good at mincing, so maybe I should aim for greater heights.”
She laughed, and let her body relax against his as she covered his hands with her own. “Since when have you become so ambitious?”
He smirked, and nuzzled her neck lightly. “Since I married a hardworking waitress, no? I have become as hardworking as she is.”
She shifted her elbow, and jabbed him lightly in his ribs. “That waitress must be something amazing if she can get a lazy bump-on-the-log like you to work.”
Naveen turned her around, and pressed a kiss onto her nose, his fingers linked with hers. “Ah, that she is. She is very amazing and marvelous and fantastic, and so wonderfully beautiful.”
“Flatterer.” She reached up, and brushed her lips across his, quick and affectionate.
“So you will teach me how to cook, yes?”
“You? Cook? It's not as easy as it looks.”
“I do realise that,” he said, his fingers firm and warm around hers, “but I have the best teacher in the world. After all, she taught me how to mince using but one lesson.”
Tiana's dimple deepened. “Well, you were one quick learner.”
“So it is a yes?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” He echoed, and his face fell, just a little, and she smiled, drifting her fingers across his brow, brushing away his frown.
“Yes.”
His forehead creased again, and he looked confused. “Is that a yes maybe, or a yes yes?”
She pretended to ponder his question, tapping her finger against her chin, and looked at him, one corner of her mouth lifting. “I supposed I can make it a yes yes.”
Naveen's face lit up, and Tiana felt her heart glowing.
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end, 746 words
Two more and I'm updated.
Author: kohee
Pairing: Naveen x Tiana
Summary: Naveen eesses with Tiana's spices and wants to learn how to cook.
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Author's note: Backlogged Princess and the Frog ficlet(s). Again. I need to remember this writing archive journal thing for things at FF.net.
Naveen picked up one of the many little packets on Tiana's kitchen table, turning over the packet of reddish powder in his hands. “This is most interesting.”
She looked up from the pot she was stirring, an eyebrow raised in question. “And how so, is the paprika interesting?”
“Well,” he began, setting down the packet and picking up several dried leaves. “Interesting how all these powders and leaves can help you create wonderful soups and gumbos and different kinds of food.”
Tiana plucked the leaves from his fingers and tossed them into her gumbo pot. “They're called spices, Froggy, and they aptly spiced up my dishes.” Dipping a spoon into the pot, she brought a spoonful of gumbo to her lips, sipping it, savoring the taste, and tilted her head to one side, rolling her tongue against the roof of her mouth, trying to discern the flavors and deciding what else should be added, if needed.
“No, no. You see,” he said, shifting closer to her, and picking up another one of the many dried leaves scattered across the counter. “This, by itself, it does not taste good, and I shall demonstrate.”
He bit into the leaf, which crackled, and he then chewed it, and Tiana laughed as his face distorted into a grimace. “But, if you put this leaf into your pot...” he selected two more leaves and crumbled them into the gumbo. “...it will taste excellent. Marvelous.”
She picked up her spoon again, and scooped up the bubbling broth, and held out the spoon to Naveen. “You taste it.”
Willingly, he sampled the gumbo, and smiled at her, handing her the bottle of nearly empty and very well-used tabasco sauce. “It needs your favourite spice, the tabasco sauce, and it will be, how do you say it? The wasp's knees.”
She took the bottle from him, and tapped his forehead with the spoon. “Bee's knees.”
“Bees, yes.” He repeated obediently. “I apologise, for you see, ever since I stopped eating insects, I have lost track of their names.”
“Excuses a plenty.” She scoffed, adding two dashes of tabasco, and turned around to see Naveen still running his fingers through the leaves and powders, packets and bottles, with a curious expression on his face.
“Now, don't you go mixing up my spices,” she said warningly, “because I want everything still in their places.”
His hands stilled and he backed a little away from the kitchen table, holding up his hands in a gesture of mock surrender.
“That's better.” She gave the pot one last stir, and covered it with a lid, as Naveen sidled up behind her and rested his hands on her waist, his head on her shoulder.
“I am thinking,” he said, his tone pondering, “I have become very very good at mincing, so maybe I should aim for greater heights.”
She laughed, and let her body relax against his as she covered his hands with her own. “Since when have you become so ambitious?”
He smirked, and nuzzled her neck lightly. “Since I married a hardworking waitress, no? I have become as hardworking as she is.”
She shifted her elbow, and jabbed him lightly in his ribs. “That waitress must be something amazing if she can get a lazy bump-on-the-log like you to work.”
Naveen turned her around, and pressed a kiss onto her nose, his fingers linked with hers. “Ah, that she is. She is very amazing and marvelous and fantastic, and so wonderfully beautiful.”
“Flatterer.” She reached up, and brushed her lips across his, quick and affectionate.
“So you will teach me how to cook, yes?”
“You? Cook? It's not as easy as it looks.”
“I do realise that,” he said, his fingers firm and warm around hers, “but I have the best teacher in the world. After all, she taught me how to mince using but one lesson.”
Tiana's dimple deepened. “Well, you were one quick learner.”
“So it is a yes?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” He echoed, and his face fell, just a little, and she smiled, drifting her fingers across his brow, brushing away his frown.
“Yes.”
His forehead creased again, and he looked confused. “Is that a yes maybe, or a yes yes?”
She pretended to ponder his question, tapping her finger against her chin, and looked at him, one corner of her mouth lifting. “I supposed I can make it a yes yes.”
Naveen's face lit up, and Tiana felt her heart glowing.
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end, 746 words
Two more and I'm updated.