Tickettbror says:
"Not at all." Aebnanka replied, somewhat absentmindedly as she kept her attention on the breeze and the trees.
"I appreciate the opportunity-"
She stopped talking abruptly as Homura took her wrist, her eyes snapping to Homura's hand and then nervously lifting to Homura's face. Her companion had already set off though and so she didn't get a hint of Homura's expression. Not that it would've helped, Abenanka's mind had gone temporarily blank.
She let herself be guided to the spot, and sat next to Homura before she returned to her senses. The situation felt unnatural, like it was happening to someone else, and it caused a strange anxiety to flair in her stomach. She pushed the feeling down, trying not to let it show, but couldn't bring herself to smile natural. Instead she hid it by talking.
"I didn't know you cooked!" She accepted the rice ball, the second one although the first seemed perfectly reasonable to her,
"We should try cooking together some time..."
The imposter emotion struck again and she trailed off. She blushed.
"Ah, but I'm not sure my cooking would be up to the palette of a refined lady such as yourself, Kusakabe-san."OOC:
Sorry for the delay, big shakeups happening IRL right now. Abenanka would be happy to teach Chimera magic if they have any time during the downtime too. :3
"Eh? Oh come on, I'm not a refined lady! Where exactly did you get that idea?" Homura laughed.
"Sure, I've gotten to eat fancy food, but that doesn't mean I'm picky. I'll eat any good food that's put in front of me."
"If anything, I'm not sure my cooking would be up to your palate. If it's much more complicated than curry, I usually end up screwing it up," she admitted. She reached into the basket and pulled out the misshapen rice ball she'd put away. She was embarrassed about it, but she'd rather be honest than let Abenanka believe she was too good for anything.
"See? I can't even get rice balls right! The perfect ones are Kuroda-san's. What refined lady can't make a good rice ball?" Homura laughed. She took a bite of her rice ball. It was filled with grilled salmon that was dashed with soy sauce.