Sniffle

chop

Dropping his jacked on the back of a chair he got to work on bringing the broth to a boil on the stove. While waiting for that he busied himself with chopping up herbs and vegetables needed to fill the soup. Remaining silent and sure of his motions with each swipe of his blade. He added seasonings here and there to the broth with the occasional taste. He did not follow a recipe, instead he was trying to recreate something from his memory. Something from long ago, yet never seemed to fade.

One would think he often dallied in the kitchen but they would be sorely wrong. Between his single status and long demanding work hours it was simply easier to eat out or have food delivery when needed. He also didn't require as much substance as other beings so when he would eat, he figured why not eat the best there was to offer. However, over the years he did learn a few things to get by when needed.