05-20-2014, 06:43 AM
Ayden's fears slipped away with Connor's answer. There wasn't much in the way of appropriate drinks on the top shelf. Breakfast was bit too early to start with the drinking. However it was Saturday. Ayden smiled and pulled the Orange Juice out. Everything was different in Moscow, compared to what was back home. Foreign travel was unique blend of familiar and not.
The glasses? Um. Ayden had to confess, "I honestly don't know. I've not been here long enough to find everything."
She gave Connor a sheepish grin. "This the first time I've used the kitchen."
And it was likely that she'd probably not use the kitchen again. But one never knew where the job would take you. It could be a semi-permanent residence, and it cold be a week long. The mission is what dictated her length of stay. She rarely stayed in one place for long.
Ayden opened up a cupboard next to the sink. "Here they are."
It had been a while since she'd made a good southern breakfast. Steak and eggs complete with grits and hash browns. It was hard to get the ingredients, but if you knew where to find them, or knew someone who did, it was easy. Ayden usually found what she wanted through her contacts, and rarely was she denied anything. Such was the power she held over those she contracted with. It made her smile to know she held that power of their lives over their heads.
He wanted to help, the two burner stove was hardly the place to actually work like that but what the hell. Ayden smiled. "I suppose if you don't want to be waited on I can deal with you."
She smiled playfully. "Can you cook a steak?"
Steak was one of Ayden's favorite foods, more so since joining the army, and now it continued to grow in her heart. The rare meat that melted in your mouth. Ayden's mouth watered just thinking about it. Ayden longed for the good ol' Texan grill back home. It was one of the few thing she missed about being home, about her step-father. Their memory was fading each and every day, but things like that would stay with her forever.
The glasses? Um. Ayden had to confess, "I honestly don't know. I've not been here long enough to find everything."
She gave Connor a sheepish grin. "This the first time I've used the kitchen."
And it was likely that she'd probably not use the kitchen again. But one never knew where the job would take you. It could be a semi-permanent residence, and it cold be a week long. The mission is what dictated her length of stay. She rarely stayed in one place for long.
Ayden opened up a cupboard next to the sink. "Here they are."
It had been a while since she'd made a good southern breakfast. Steak and eggs complete with grits and hash browns. It was hard to get the ingredients, but if you knew where to find them, or knew someone who did, it was easy. Ayden usually found what she wanted through her contacts, and rarely was she denied anything. Such was the power she held over those she contracted with. It made her smile to know she held that power of their lives over their heads.
He wanted to help, the two burner stove was hardly the place to actually work like that but what the hell. Ayden smiled. "I suppose if you don't want to be waited on I can deal with you."
She smiled playfully. "Can you cook a steak?"
Steak was one of Ayden's favorite foods, more so since joining the army, and now it continued to grow in her heart. The rare meat that melted in your mouth. Ayden's mouth watered just thinking about it. Ayden longed for the good ol' Texan grill back home. It was one of the few thing she missed about being home, about her step-father. Their memory was fading each and every day, but things like that would stay with her forever.