Caro blinks. "Oh. That's not the part I thought you were complaining about." She grins. "Well, I'm pretty sure that Peacekeeper would have had to arrest him if he'd actually killed my father.
"Okay then," she trails off, a little uncertain. What was she going to try making today? Oh right. "Um, it's not going to be anything like you're used to, but if you're still here when it's done cooking..." She trails off again and shrugs. She at least sort of offered.
She gets up and rattles around the kitchen for a few minutes. She cuts up and starts boiling some potatoes, and then starts cooking the onions and other vegetables.
She glances over her shoulder and kind of shrugs at Weyoun. "My mother didn't let me cook much, so I can't promise quality, by the way."
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on 2013-07-26 05:54 am (UTC)"Okay then," she trails off, a little uncertain. What was she going to try making today? Oh right. "Um, it's not going to be anything like you're used to, but if you're still here when it's done cooking..." She trails off again and shrugs. She at least sort of offered.
She gets up and rattles around the kitchen for a few minutes. She cuts up and starts boiling some potatoes, and then starts cooking the onions and other vegetables.
She glances over her shoulder and kind of shrugs at Weyoun. "My mother didn't let me cook much, so I can't promise quality, by the way."