Yes, but most people don't make themselves so comfortable in the first five minutes.
[Eun turns her attention back to the scones, cutting the sticky dough and placing it on the parchment paper. Her hands pat and gently form them into better triangles for a more aesthetically pleasing shape once they're done baking, and before long she has two cookie sheets ready with scones. Her hands are a mess but she looks pleased with the results of her efforts. This is one of her favorite recipes, simple and delicious, and in moments the oven beeps to signal it's ready, and she's popped both trays in with easy confidence.
For that time, when she was baking, when she had a mission to attend to, it was easy to focus on that and less on his presence around her. But it had been impossible to ignore him entirely. Impossible to not track where he was walking in the kitchen, what he was doing, and always what his proximity was to her. Her wolf had noticed, had stayed aware even as Eun had focused on the scones. Now that they're in the oven, with a timer running down to the earliest they might be done, there's nothing to hold her attention or draw it away from him. She goes to the sink to wash her hands of flour and dough, to clean up the small mess she's made, and turns back after with a small smile on her face. Eun dries her hands with a kitchen towel and then, sheepishly, starts to shrug her heavier coat off.
The brush of fabric against fabric pulls the button-down shirt more off shoulder, but Eun doesn't draw it back up, instead draping it over a nearby chair where she'd left her purse.]
It'll be about half an hour until they're done. You don't mind waiting that long do you?
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[Eun turns her attention back to the scones, cutting the sticky dough and placing it on the parchment paper. Her hands pat and gently form them into better triangles for a more aesthetically pleasing shape once they're done baking, and before long she has two cookie sheets ready with scones. Her hands are a mess but she looks pleased with the results of her efforts. This is one of her favorite recipes, simple and delicious, and in moments the oven beeps to signal it's ready, and she's popped both trays in with easy confidence.
For that time, when she was baking, when she had a mission to attend to, it was easy to focus on that and less on his presence around her. But it had been impossible to ignore him entirely. Impossible to not track where he was walking in the kitchen, what he was doing, and always what his proximity was to her. Her wolf had noticed, had stayed aware even as Eun had focused on the scones. Now that they're in the oven, with a timer running down to the earliest they might be done, there's nothing to hold her attention or draw it away from him. She goes to the sink to wash her hands of flour and dough, to clean up the small mess she's made, and turns back after with a small smile on her face. Eun dries her hands with a kitchen towel and then, sheepishly, starts to shrug her heavier coat off.
The brush of fabric against fabric pulls the button-down shirt more off shoulder, but Eun doesn't draw it back up, instead draping it over a nearby chair where she'd left her purse.]
It'll be about half an hour until they're done. You don't mind waiting that long do you?