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[ellectrical]

She's done this enough that she knows where to look in X's kitchen without having to ask. It's been about fifteen minutes she started, and various vegetables are scattered across the counters, one steel pot already on the stove. A look into the latter would indicate she's making soup, though it's not as simple as the kind X likes to order, nor is it coming out of can, the way Elle would normally choose.

At the moment, she's standing aside from the stove, using a large knife to slice up carrots across a cutting board. Elle's careful about it, the knife hitting the board at even and precise intervals.




(This really isn't her favorite part of cooking.)

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[cutting_edgex23]

X, meanwhile, is dealing with recalcitrant bread dough. It's easy to tell from the streak of flour on her cheek, as well as the light dusting her midsection has gotten.

Since Elle is making the soup, it only seemed fair.