03} Cooking By The Book {Closed}
Cooking was difficult. The woman never was any good at is... Actually, she was never good at a lot of the things that made a woman a 'good house wife'. A few very poor attempts had been made in the past, however it just wasn't her. It didn't fit with her personality, and more than being bad at any of those things, it was more like she had a talent for turning them awful. Her cooking always ended with terrible results, but at least once... Just once she wanted to be able to cook something delicious.
Regretfully, that wish resulted in what was now a woman weighted down with a good number of books. Maybe it wasn't necessary to get so many when all she had to do was find one recipe and stick to it. But there was no guarantee that she would have any sort of success with that. Something was bound to go wrong, but she hadn't seemed to get too much attention while looking around in the sea of people. For a woman as smart as she was, she seemed quite foolish at the moment, even childish perhaps, with how happy she seemed to be just looking at the back of the book that was on top of the pile.
If her hands had been free and she only had one book in her hands she certainly would have been intent on reading that while she moved through the streets.
Her attention never lifted from the words in front of her. Really, it seemed like cooking should have been something so easy. A heavy sigh passed through her lips. Shoes made contact with the ice, and in a heartbeat she was slipping on it. Books spilling from her arms as she toppled over. Several seconds of the woman sitting on her rear end she realized she'd spilled the majority of the books right into a stranger. Wide green eyes stared up and she blushed.
"I'm so sorry!" Scrambling to her knees she picked up the closest book with an embarrassed smile. Another look up and she almost dropped the book she was holding. Fingers reached up to brush over the cross around her throat for a second before going back to gripping the book, and plucking up others. "I'm sorry, I'm a bit of a klutz," she laughed trying to get all her nerves under control.
