Hitch was cracking his knuckles, which really added literally nothing to the whole cooking process, but it pumped him up a little and hopefully made him look a little more sure of himself and impressive. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a tiny bit nervous - sure, he'd been cooking this s**t all his life, and sure, Rhys had gotten him actual
pro cooking lessons for Christmas because he was honestly the best husband anyone could've ever asked for, but uh. He'd never actually actively
taught anyone. The kitchen was mostly a solo activity.
Not that he wasn't delighted to have Solas there, because ******** was he ever, and he was quietly
immensely flattered that she wanted to learn anything from him. That was part of the thing, though. He wanted to do a good job and
not come off looking like a moron. So especially for the first time, he was sticking with what he knew. "Pasta an' balls, " and he just rolled right with the title as easily as he rolled up his sleeves - before thinking better of it and just taking off the flannel.
Dumbass. He slipped a hair tie off his wrist and messily tied his mop of long, shaggy black hair back, all preparations that added nothing to the food, which was cool.
Focus. "I got most of the s**t ready, " he explained. "Like, ready to whip out an' use - it's how my mom taught me. You can use fresh tomatoes an' s**t, " which he knew how to do now! " - but Mom didn't have forever to do this s**t, so we're gettin' some can action involved for the first run. But first first thing, " and he grabbed a big a** pot from under the counter. "Sauce pot. Gonna start off with some diced garlic, fry it up a little at the bottom usin' the low heat, an' then go from there." He was trying to do the 'show and tell thing' but he was kind of doing a lot of standing there and telling and
then doing.
