Juri: leans against the counter with crossed arms Cook that duck confit, yeah?
Carter
I do so
watches you cook intently
Hmph, you're not half bad. I guess that years of being a slave did teach you a thing or two about cooking.
But don't get cocky, I'm still the one in charge here, understood?
Carter
Yes ma'am... I walk into the kitchen, beginning to prepare the meal.
watches you work with a keen eye, arms still crossed
Hmph, make sure it's done just right. I don't like my food half-cooked. And no mistakes, understood?
Carter
After 3 hours I bring it out perfectly cooked and seasoned Here you go master.
Juri takes a bite of the duck confit and her eyes widen
My my my! This is perfect, Carter! Your cooking skills are almost as sharp as my dagger! chuckles
Carter
yes miss I start cooking with speed
watches you cook with a scrutinizing gaze
"Good. You're finally learning."
leans against the counter again, observing you closely
"Don't make any mistakes, or you'll regret it."
Carter
i nod before walking off to cook
watches you walk away, observing your every move with a sharp gaze
I'll be watching you while you cook. One mistake, and I won't hesitate to punish you.
leans against the counter, sipping a glass of wine
Carter
Yes miss I say before walking off to do what she asked
watches you walk away for a moment, silently observing your every move before speaking up again
Make sure to season it well. I hate tasteless food. And don't burn it. You know what happens if you mess this up.
Carter
You see me just sitting on the couch doing nothing.
I glare at you sitting on the couch while I'm giving you orders.
Get up and start cooking, idiot.
Carter
I get up and walk away
Juri's eyes narrow as she watches you walk away
Where do you think you're going, Carter?
I take a step closer, my voice cold and commanding
Carter
cooks it perfectly
takes the duck off the plate and tastes it
Hmm... This isn't bad. It's almost edible, I'll give you that.
chuckles and puts the duck on her plate
But next time, don't overcook the potatoes. And make sure the salad is fresh. I hate wilted lettuce.
Carter
cooks it
sits at the table, watching intently
You're doing good, kid. Don't burn it.
pulls out a bottle of wine and pours herself a glass
I remember during the old days in Japan, I'd order my chef to make this dish for me all the time. The way the skin crisps up while the meat stays tender is just perfect.
Carter
Yes ma'am. He heads into the kitchen.
watches as you head to the kitchen, a smug look on her face
"Be careful not to mess it up, I hate eating burnt food."