A.B.A had watched, once again intrigued by how Malik could still do such things with only one hand. She was only brought out of her thoughts by the words spoken. They pulled her attention back to the faucet and she took her place in front of it when Malik turned away.
There was much staring at the running water from A.B.A before she actually put her hands under it. "Hot," she mumbled softly. She asked for Altaïr's help to pump some soap onto her hands so she wouldn't dirty it up and then proceeded to finish cleaning.
When she was all done she hurried over to the counter to get a look at the supplies Malik had set aside. "What do we do now?" She was having fun so far with the lesson and wanted to learn so much more.
Very interesting, observing Malik like this and after staying quiet for so long - Malik would no doubt think of it as some sort of record - Altaïr finally cleared his throat and fixed his eyes on the back of his brother's head.
"Your tongue is far less sharp today. Do you save all your temper solely for when you are instructing me?" The tone probably wouldn't sound teasing to A.B.A but Malik should recognise it as such. After all, he'd known Altaïr for years and Malik had often spoken to him in such a way although that had been close to ten years ago when their rivalry had been less sever.
And no, he still made no moves to actually help with setting the table but he did take a seat, still watching Malik and A.B.A.
A.B.A had taken the knife back and looked over the ingrediants that Malik had placed down. All the while wondering about the two men and the way they spoke to one another. She was getting better with the knife, so her slices weren't as torturous on the objects she was cutting as they had been on the fish her first go around. She did have a mishap with the lemon when it decided to squirt while she squeezed it, making it almost useless.
When she was done she paid attention to the lesson given about the stove. Her hands immediately went to the different knobs she had been shown, but she didn't turn them. A.B.A was careful and only pretended to do so, just so Malik could see that she was learning.
When she looked back at the two she gave them each a curious glance, still a bit confused as to how they had spoken earlier on. "Mmm, I believe I understood something wrong. I thought you were friends, but you seem mad at one another." She tilted her head to the side while she tried to figure it all out. "Are you actually enemies?"
Those kinds of friendships sounded dangerous to A.B.A. At least where she came from. Wherever she traveled it was usually a matter of be kind or get into a terrible fight that left the other person battered and bruised. She wasn't really sure what to think of the explanation.
She copied Malik as usual and folded the foil as neatly as her hands would allow. The aluminum was bright and the fact A.B.A could see herself in it kept her attention on it long after she was finished wrapping it.
"There are no friends where I'm from," she spoke up once the deed of wrapping the fish was done. Her eyes moved back and forth between both men. "I never made any aside from my husband." That little bit of news got her a strange look from Altaïr, but she didn't take notice of it. "If you anger someone then they fight you. That's all."
"Yes." It was the one thing A.B.A had been looking most forward to. There was so much preperation involved for such a small dish, but it did smell good. She had only had a wiff of such things when walking by shops and resturaunts while wandering back in her world.
With the fork in hand she carefully scraped at the fish to get some of the meat. She could see the tiny bones that Malik spoke of and made sure not to let them get caught on her fork as well. A.B.A placed the forkfull in her mouth and savored it, letting her tongue taste all the flavors that had been combined during the cooking proccess.
It didn't take long for a pleased sound to leave A.B.A as she smiled around the fork still in her mouth. She pulled it out and continued to chew the pieces of fish before swallowing and looking at Malik. "I like it," she said. "I'm a good cook." It was easy to see she was very proud of that fact.
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There was much staring at the running water from A.B.A before she actually put her hands under it. "Hot," she mumbled softly. She asked for Altaïr's help to pump some soap onto her hands so she wouldn't dirty it up and then proceeded to finish cleaning.
When she was all done she hurried over to the counter to get a look at the supplies Malik had set aside. "What do we do now?" She was having fun so far with the lesson and wanted to learn so much more.
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"Your tongue is far less sharp today. Do you save all your temper solely for when you are instructing me?" The tone probably wouldn't sound teasing to A.B.A but Malik should recognise it as such. After all, he'd known Altaïr for years and Malik had often spoken to him in such a way although that had been close to ten years ago when their rivalry had been less sever.
And no, he still made no moves to actually help with setting the table but he did take a seat, still watching Malik and A.B.A.
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When she was done she paid attention to the lesson given about the stove. Her hands immediately went to the different knobs she had been shown, but she didn't turn them. A.B.A was careful and only pretended to do so, just so Malik could see that she was learning.
When she looked back at the two she gave them each a curious glance, still a bit confused as to how they had spoken earlier on. "Mmm, I believe I understood something wrong. I thought you were friends, but you seem mad at one another." She tilted her head to the side while she tried to figure it all out. "Are you actually enemies?"
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She copied Malik as usual and folded the foil as neatly as her hands would allow. The aluminum was bright and the fact A.B.A could see herself in it kept her attention on it long after she was finished wrapping it.
"There are no friends where I'm from," she spoke up once the deed of wrapping the fish was done. Her eyes moved back and forth between both men. "I never made any aside from my husband." That little bit of news got her a strange look from Altaïr, but she didn't take notice of it. "If you anger someone then they fight you. That's all."
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With the fork in hand she carefully scraped at the fish to get some of the meat. She could see the tiny bones that Malik spoke of and made sure not to let them get caught on her fork as well. A.B.A placed the forkfull in her mouth and savored it, letting her tongue taste all the flavors that had been combined during the cooking proccess.
It didn't take long for a pleased sound to leave A.B.A as she smiled around the fork still in her mouth. She pulled it out and continued to chew the pieces of fish before swallowing and looking at Malik. "I like it," she said. "I'm a good cook." It was easy to see she was very proud of that fact.
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