[The face Lio had made finding out meal preparation was purple team's chore-of-the-month was not a particularly pleased one, though less because of his own abilities (or lack there of) in the kitchen than any actual disdain for the chore. But by now he's figured out that even if he's not exactly the best cook -- and probably shouldn't be trusted with anything more complicated than heating up soup -- he can at least pitch in to prep ingredients. Washing, rinsing, peeling, chopping. That much he can do.
His knife stops as he hears footsteps behind him, and in the next moment the hard lines of his posture ease ever so slightly when Galo speaks. A glance back over his shoulder.]
I thought I'd try to be useful. [It gives him something to focus on anyway. His eyes track Galo as the other man moves closer.]
Show me? What sort of something?
[Not that he's skeptical. He's not. He trusts Galo.
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His knife stops as he hears footsteps behind him, and in the next moment the hard lines of his posture ease ever so slightly when Galo speaks. A glance back over his shoulder.]
I thought I'd try to be useful. [It gives him something to focus on anyway. His eyes track Galo as the other man moves closer.]
Show me? What sort of something?
[Not that he's skeptical. He's not. He trusts Galo.
But also he's skeptical.]