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She can tell by the look on his fae that he's slightly offended, and for a fraction of a milisecond, Asteria actually feels bad. Like she had let her family down in some way or another. But she hadn't. She chewed jer lower lip before nodding her head. "We will try." She puts emphasis on the word try and flashed him a smile that disappeared as quickly as it came.

Yasmin lets out a chuckle at his question, "Martha Stewart?" She grins. She shakes her head, going towards the stove and starting on the sauce. "I've just been feeling really...cooky..chefy lately." She smiles. Living on her own, she eats out a lot and cooking is only left for situations like this; when she's worried or stressed or completely overwhelmed. She glances up at him when he doesn't answer her question, "How are you? What have I missed?" she puts emphasis on you and missed.

Cooking for him is weird. The duo usually ate out when they got bored. It's not often that she offers to cook, and she's currently unsure of whether she's fine or if she's completely losing it. Her hand instantly drew up to tug on her earlobe, a nervous habit she developed when her mother got sick. She's sure he'll ask and in a quick attempt to prevent him from doing so, she takes a deep breath in, "So, what's going on with you? What have I missed?" She chews on her lower lip as she looks down at the ingredients she pulled out. "You're cool with lasagna right?"

Asteria pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a groan, "Everyone? What for?" She scrunches up her nose and sighs then nods her head. "Yeah, sure. I'll check my calendar." She gives him a quick smile. They were her family after all, even if they weren't the closest, nor were they the people she would consider going to for help if she were ever in a bind.

She raised an eyebrow when he turned down the pie. Who the hell wasn't a pie person? At the mention of his mom, Asteria let out a snort. "Ok? What's she want?" Family was definitely something she needed to work on but instead she chose to stay in her shop, in her own bubble. Her cleaning became more focused as she waited for him to say what his mother had wanted. "You can follow me if you want," She stated, walking from behind the counter to clean the tables.

Family had not been her strong suit once she returned. She hadn't spent much time with her cousins and although she wanted to change that, she never really made an effort to do so. Getting ready to close up for the day, Asteria had gotten Bella a small slice of pie and a carton of milk in the hopes that it would keep her busy while she cleaned up. Hearing the bell above the door, she scrunched up her nose but was then replaced with a smile when she saw Juli. "Hi. I'm getting ready to close but if you want pie, I can see what hasn't been put away and cut you a slice or two. Bella say hi to Juli." She glanced over at her daughter who was going away at the pie before and shook her head, mumbling an 'I don't wanna'.

The day dragged at an unbelievably slow pace and she hated it. Usually the day went fast but not today. Bella was in a mood and that made it even worse. She was getting ready to close early to get Bella home and to sleep when she heard the bell over the door and let out a sigh of relief when she looked up and saw Chelsea. "Hey you. Little miss sassy was asking about her favorite person today. What's up?"

Looking over at the other, it was clear that something was on Chelsea’s mind. Yasmin had half a mind to let it go but she wasn’t sure if it would do any good. “What’s on your mind, buttercup?” She asked, sitting up and tilting her head slightly to look over at the other. “Does it have anything to do with Juli maybe?”

"you could have had me confused with someone else. new york..i could go for that. it sounds nice. when do you wanna go>?"

he knows her well, and he’s going to know she isn’t being entirely honest with him. that’s something she both enjoys and loathes about their friendship going for so long. “you’re sure?” she questions with a smirk. although how accurate of her to keep her issues and concerns to herself and expect him to tell her things. his next words catch her off guard, though she’s not totally opposed to the suggestion. “out of town? with me?” she questions, raising an eyebrow. “such as where?” it’s a valid question, because yasmin is literally down for anywhere. “i’ll never say no to a change in scenery for a bit.”

this is a dumb idea. she’s not sure how the attempt of a conversation with sawyer will go but she sure as hell wants to try. sawyer had been someone else she felt she could call her best friend. then she goes and fucks it up. she knows this conversation can go a variety of different ways; sawyer could hate her, or sawyer could at least decide they can be civil and at the risk of sounding pathetic and needy, yasmin hopes for the latter so she can regain some sort of familiariarity. she’s pacing outside the front door and sighs when it opens, “listen, i’m really not trying to start anything, i just need you to hear me out, ok? please?” she’s not even asking for them to be friends again, but she definitely does not want the feeling of hatred either.

 “ what? yeah, i’m good. what about you? ”