09.Dec.18, 12:49 PM
Mylorah turned from the oven where she was very much prepared to watch the cookies bake if that ended up being a vital step in the process to wrinkle her nose at the greenrider. "Really? I swear there are more dishes than we used. I think you kept dirty ones around solely for me to clean." She gave a pout even as she stood up and eyed the pile that C'dhin had started. She didn't mind washing dishes and often helped clean up one of the meals each day as one of her preferred tasks. That didn't mean she wanted to, though.
"You sure there isn't something a bit more fun we could do in the down time?" Mylorah gave a flirtatious smile and she lightly brushed her arm against C'dhin's as she came to stand beside him. He was cute and she could easily come up with some ideas for killing twenty minutes but she was mostly just harmlessly teasing the man. She really was there to learn about cookies and cakes and didn't want to distract her teacher or have him kick her out because he wasn't into her advances.
Leaving well enough alone --though his slightly shocked expression and cheeks turning red were fun and encouraging-- Mylorah grabbed a bowl to dip into the warm sudsy water to scrub at it. "Can you sing? That could be a fun way to pass the time. Oh! Or I can ask you questions. Like, do you know my friend Misharan? He's a Candidate, super cute and sexy and just plain amazing." The bowl was set aside and the next item was grabbed. Should she feel bad about trying to pimp out her friend? Maybe; if it was anyone other than Misharan. She knew he wouldn't mind, especially if it worked in his favour.
"You sure there isn't something a bit more fun we could do in the down time?" Mylorah gave a flirtatious smile and she lightly brushed her arm against C'dhin's as she came to stand beside him. He was cute and she could easily come up with some ideas for killing twenty minutes but she was mostly just harmlessly teasing the man. She really was there to learn about cookies and cakes and didn't want to distract her teacher or have him kick her out because he wasn't into her advances.
Leaving well enough alone --though his slightly shocked expression and cheeks turning red were fun and encouraging-- Mylorah grabbed a bowl to dip into the warm sudsy water to scrub at it. "Can you sing? That could be a fun way to pass the time. Oh! Or I can ask you questions. Like, do you know my friend Misharan? He's a Candidate, super cute and sexy and just plain amazing." The bowl was set aside and the next item was grabbed. Should she feel bad about trying to pimp out her friend? Maybe; if it was anyone other than Misharan. She knew he wouldn't mind, especially if it worked in his favour.