Clean-shaven, but not yet washed, he works studiously to prepare something with those available ingredients, his mouth watering with delight. A quick stew requires more than just a few steps, but Geralt has caught on to his obvious comfort in the kitchen: He's not at all deterred from sniffing around at spices and herbs before making his choices; his knife skills are surprisingly honed for a man who doesn't carry a sword; perhaps most importantly, he tries everything he can before he uses it.
"Mm," he agrees as he wipes his hands clean and starts searing chunks of boar on high heat. Most kids thought it would be easy access to treats and extras, but the veil was quickly lifted away by the industrial cans of basic ingredients and the math involved. Admittedly, that wasn't Blake's favorite part either, but the effort and ingenuity necessary to satisfy so many stomaches day after day was an incredible lesson in simply making things work. "Wasn't a real popular chore, but I learned a lot." And he's been feeding people ever since.
The meat won't take long at all, and Blake's already preparing to combine everything to simmer. What silence that falls is filled in with tasks - vegetables and aromatics being prepped and softened — but Blake always hedges on thoughtful when he's in this intimate space with Geralt, as if the Witcher simply allows for more room to be.
He hums a fond sound. "My mom liked to cook. Or, well— that's what my dad said, anyway. All I really 'member's her waffles, y'know? And my dad tried—" The laugh is a little bittersweet. "Well, he tried. Which is... the nicest a person can do when they suck at somethin'."
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"Mm," he agrees as he wipes his hands clean and starts searing chunks of boar on high heat. Most kids thought it would be easy access to treats and extras, but the veil was quickly lifted away by the industrial cans of basic ingredients and the math involved. Admittedly, that wasn't Blake's favorite part either, but the effort and ingenuity necessary to satisfy so many stomaches day after day was an incredible lesson in simply making things work. "Wasn't a real popular chore, but I learned a lot." And he's been feeding people ever since.
The meat won't take long at all, and Blake's already preparing to combine everything to simmer. What silence that falls is filled in with tasks - vegetables and aromatics being prepped and softened — but Blake always hedges on thoughtful when he's in this intimate space with Geralt, as if the Witcher simply allows for more room to be.
He hums a fond sound. "My mom liked to cook. Or, well— that's what my dad said, anyway. All I really 'member's her waffles, y'know? And my dad tried—" The laugh is a little bittersweet. "Well, he tried. Which is... the nicest a person can do when they suck at somethin'."