[ He supposed he could have gotten the bacon pre-prepared, only it never did taste quite the same when it was reheated. Now, where did Justine keep the pans? Ah.
Majima slipped around her to pick up the frying pan and set it up on the stove, fingers trailing lightly around Justine's waist as if she were the grounding from which he'd temporarily strayed. ]
Say, Justine -- how'd ya get into baking? And cooking, too, I guess.
[ While he waited for the pan to heat up, perhaps he could indulge a little curiosity. ]
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[ He supposed he could have gotten the bacon pre-prepared, only it never did taste quite the same when it was reheated. Now, where did Justine keep the pans? Ah.
Majima slipped around her to pick up the frying pan and set it up on the stove, fingers trailing lightly around Justine's waist as if she were the grounding from which he'd temporarily strayed. ]
Say, Justine -- how'd ya get into baking? And cooking, too, I guess.
[ While he waited for the pan to heat up, perhaps he could indulge a little curiosity. ]