is it okay to request Ashe hanging out with a Blue Lions or Golden Deer reader?
Hi, Hello, it’s me, Mod Flayn!
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Ashe Ubert
Gently, you gnawed on your thumbnail. Claude had told you that you were supposed to help with lunch today, much to your dread, but where were you to start? Much like the rest of the Golden Deer, you weren’t exactly the most culinarily inclined. You couldn’t very well ask the others, you’d just have two kitchen disasters for the price of one. Maybe you could ask Manuela to give you a hand…?
Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.
You took a few steps back, glancing over the kitchen one more time before you turned on your heel, though you couldn’t help but jump as you felt something bump into you. You took a moment to recuperate, prepared to apologize your head off, but stopped.
You stopped and you thanked the Goddess.
“Ashe, you need to help me!” You practically begged the younger boy, clasping your hands tightly over his. He blinked in response, clearly caught off guard by the sudden outburst.
“W-whatever do you need help with?”
You explained your situation to him, to which he simply smiled, trying to get you to stop being so hysteric over something as simple as cooking a meal for your classmates.
You showed him what you had to work with, the most prominent thing being the bullhead your Professor brought you for said meal You had to be honest, you weren’t sure where they got it, nor how they kept it in their pocket. Though he seemed to know exactly what to do with it.
“Oh, catfish like that make good in a gratin.”
He couldn’t help but giggle seeing how you lit up at the suggestion. Were you excited at the prospect of gratin, or with the quick solution, he had no idea. But it was endearing.
Ashe carefully guided you through preparing the fish; he watched tentatively as you washed it, removed the scales and chopped off its head, though the problem came when it was time to fillet it.
“Uh, Ashe?”
“Hm?” You got the younger boy’s attention as he was busy preparing the rest of the ingredients.
“Could you maybe help out with this?” He glanced over, seeing where you were with the fish before nodding.
“Of course. You need help with the cutting, yes?” You nodded, offering him the knife, though, instead of taking it, he held your hand with his, gently guiding your hands as you sliced the fish together.
“Your hands… they’re really soft…” You murmured out.
Ashe didn’t respond, but you did see a light pink tone dust across his face. The two of you remained in silence as you cut, though Ashe occasionally mumbled out the instructions on the filleting process, though if it was for you to listen to or if he was simply talking to himself, you weren’t entirely sure.
This was nice though.
Just a peaceful scenario of making food together with one of your closest friends, just forgetting the disasters that had befallen your peers over the past few months.
Yeah, this was nice.
The rest of the process for putting together the rest of the gratin went along smoothly, with jokes and quips traded between the two of you until the food had been tucked away into the oven. You sat together at one of the nearby tables, waiting for it to finish baking before you had to go off to find the rest of your House, excited to show them the meal that was prepared.
“Thank you for all the help, Ashe.” You gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, kind of relieved that the hustle and bustle of the kitchen work was finally cooling down. “I honestly don’t know how well that would have gone without you.”
“Oh, no, no need to thank me. I enjoy cooking, and I like watching you learn your way through it. If you’d like we could make this a regular thing between us.” Oh, if only you could see how much your face lit up at that.
“You really mean that?!” Letting out a pleasant laugh, he nodded.
“Of course. If you ever need help with cooking, just come find me and I’d be glad to help you again.” You seemed so happy with his offer, even to the point where you had an extra spring in your step as you retrieved the gratin from the oven, the outcome at the very least looking pleasant.
“Well, I’ll be sure to let you know when I’m cooking again, but for now I should go find everyone else so we can serve this up.”
“Ah, good luck!” He called as you sprinted off to find Claude and the others.
You supposed you would have a reason to look forward to your turn to cook after all.
