🍴 YOUR MUSE MAKING DINNER FOR MINE ( @prxst-n )
Diana was not a good cook, to say that she was a bad one would be more of a correct statement. She wanted to learn though, it was one of those things that you thought were basic skills people should have. Knowing how to ride a bike, drive a car, cook a meal. Diana only knew how to ride a bike because of Preston, she never did get her license because she had a driver or took the subway- that was New York life. Cooking however- the closest she got to a stove was when she was grabbing a soda from the fridge. She was a hopeless disaster when it came to food, so she could only assume her big brother wanted to die.
She had gotten over their minor scuffle they had when she found out he was here, although she did insist he was never to up and disappear again or next time her kindness will not be granted. She was trying out pasta- she thought that had to be easy enough. She heard a knock at the door and walked away from the stove to allow Preston in. “I hope you have your choice of takeout on standby,” she joked.
