They stared at each other.
They stared at the table.
Wufei stared at the book.
Duo stared at the ceiling.
"Well..."
"Yeah. So..."
"Er... I mean... Well that was productive."
"Right. So..." Silence prevailed in the safe house kitchen.
"I've, uh... I've never done this before..."
"Me... me neither."
Wufei breathed a sigh of relief at Duo's admission. At least he wasn't alone in his nervousness. It wasn't as if this was an everyday activity for him. He usually kept his curiosity about such things well concealed. He certainly was not about to let the other pilots know his preferences, but truth be told he was interested... and very worried about doing things right. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Better get on with it before he lost his nerve.
As Duo saw his friend lean forward he visibly relaxed. Fei would make the first move. He had been afraid to do it himself. Not that the concept was totally foreign to him... And he had a good idea of the mechanics of it all... But the Chinese teen could be so intimidating. If Wufei started the venture though, Duo was sure he could keep up. Very sure. Besides, they did have the book in case they had questions.
So Wufei leaned forward and picked up the cookbook. He read the first instructions out loud. Then he directed while Duo carried out orders, filling a large pot with water. On his way to the sink, he turned his cd player back on and sang softly with the music as he worked.
All I want is food. All I want is food. All I want is food and creative love. All I want is food and creative love.