Curious blue eyes peered over one of the most lovely feminine shoulders he’d ever been graced upon in his lifetime, a small frown on his face as he watched the proceedings with rapt attention. “I don’t understand how lemon zest can make something not taste... you know. Horrible.” A small shudder followed that word, and he gave in to the temptation of perching his chin on said beautiful shoulder, nuzzling onto @viennagctlins‘s side. “Not that I don’t trust your guidance, babe, I’d follow you off a cliff into an invisible bridge if you told me that’s where to go. My teeth are simply picky about what they want to have between them.” There was a dropped kiss to the side of the girl’s shoulder, then, his hand squeezing on her side before he moved away to at least get something else done himself. He might not be a Michelin chef, but he fared much better around cooking than he did in baking. “What comes next, my dearest?”
