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grangerfan8 Dora had somehow managed to sit on her stool with one leg folded under her, and a bowl in her lap, mixer in her hand as she whisked the basics together. She wasn't so lost in thought or her cooking that she didn't notice when someone entered the kitchens. In fact she was even less lost in thought than before because of who it was.
"Bitochki." She responded without stopping what she was doing, only slowing to glance back over her shoulder at him. Nothing much. "Here to do some cooking yourself?" Did he cook? Dora was curious.
The seventh year continued to watch the perfect, looking over her shoulder still. He was so hungry and whatever she was making looked delicious. Oh, that's what she was making,
"Russian cuisine?"Yes, he knew his food culture and history. The only history he enjoyed.
He nodded although he couldn't see him doing so.
"Yeah, I was thinking about it." He ruffled his hair. Summers was rubbing off in him. He didn't really know what he wanted yet. All he knew was that he needed food and Now.