Perfect. [with that decided, he stirs the softening noodles a couple minutes longer, sets the spoon aside, hooks both handles of the pot and carries it off for draining.
which should hopefully give inigo the time he might need to get himself together. although, it isn't like sizhui will judge him, as he's just as rosy-cheeked and giddy about the idea, too.]Hot—! [comes a soft hiss, but he returns a moment later, pot in one hand, oil in the other.] It shouldn't be too much longer now.
[oil into the pot once he's back over the heat then in go the onions, ginger, and garlic.] Would you mind opening the can of tomatoes for me? [much as he'd hate admitting it, he does still struggle with those at times.]
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which should hopefully give inigo the time he might need to get himself together. although, it isn't like sizhui will judge him, as he's just as rosy-cheeked and giddy about the idea, too.] Hot—! [comes a soft hiss, but he returns a moment later, pot in one hand, oil in the other.] It shouldn't be too much longer now.
[oil into the pot once he's back over the heat then in go the onions, ginger, and garlic.] Would you mind opening the can of tomatoes for me? [much as he'd hate admitting it, he does still struggle with those at times.]