How does he know all this stuff? Kenzi can barely boil hot dogs, while Rumlow is going pro-chef on veggies and knowing about boiling points and pasta cooking and how to measure it out so you don't end up with like five more servings of it than you actually needed! Kenzi watches in awe, not just of his cooking skills, but his life skills. His... experience, probably.
...Hahah, oh fuck.
He's likely got a lot of other experience. Dude this hot? How the fuck did he end up tied down with her of all people. She can't even remember fucking him, can she remember fucking anyone else? Barely. No, not barely, not at all. What if she's bad at it? What if she has no idea what she's doing and looks totally pathetic? What if he starts sleeping on the couch before eventually moving out and leaving her the entire house?
Or, you know, vice versa.
Get it together, Kenz. He's just making some pasta.
"Did someone teach you all this stuff?" He might know the answer, he might not. That's part of navigating this whole memory situation. She reaches for the spoon so she can give the pot a stir and let him get back to other things if he needs to.
no subject
...Hahah, oh fuck.
He's likely got a lot of other experience. Dude this hot? How the fuck did he end up tied down with her of all people. She can't even remember fucking him, can she remember fucking anyone else? Barely. No, not barely, not at all. What if she's bad at it? What if she has no idea what she's doing and looks totally pathetic? What if he starts sleeping on the couch before eventually moving out and leaving her the entire house?
Or, you know, vice versa.
Get it together, Kenz. He's just making some pasta.
"Did someone teach you all this stuff?" He might know the answer, he might not. That's part of navigating this whole memory situation. She reaches for the spoon so she can give the pot a stir and let him get back to other things if he needs to.