The Apartment, New York, Sunday
Isabelle was in her element. Not only was her boyfriend home - and not just visiting for the day but on actual break - but she was also cooking for him. That's right, their kitchen was a happy mess of various kinds of ingredients and pots and pans with --
With, well, something cooking in them. It was honestly hard to tell what it was by the smell. Or the ingredients strewn about the counters. Or the way it looked, even. Maybe... maybe it was some kind of stew?
Whatever it was, Isabelle looked happy to be making it.
[ooc: NFB, and expecting a ton of SP, omg.]
With, well, something cooking in them. It was honestly hard to tell what it was by the smell. Or the ingredients strewn about the counters. Or the way it looked, even. Maybe... maybe it was some kind of stew?
Whatever it was, Isabelle looked happy to be making it.
[ooc: NFB, and expecting a ton of SP, omg.]