Valentine’s Day Cooking!
Jurina suddenly got a faint sense of danger emanating from the other girl, as her mind whispered to her that running away might be a good option right now. She didn’t quite understand why until Seika came back with a batch of chocolates and offered them to her.
‘Looks like I’m going to be the test dummy,' Jurina thought to herself, wincing. If Seika’s chocolate making was anything like her endurance…Well, Jurina steeled her stomach just in case.
Taking a bite of the chocolate and preparing herself for the worst, she chewed for a few seconds slowly with her eyes closed…Then opened them, blinking a couple of times.
“Not bad, Seika! Not bad at all!” Jurina said appreciatively. It was definitely better than what she could’ve made, at least. She looked contemplatively at the batch.
“They could perhaps be a little sweeter, the bitterness of the cocoa is still coming through a bit.”
Seika beamed brightly.”Really!? I’m so happy! Usually, I get Mama to help - so, she just kinda does everything and I just get her utensils and things so I’ve never really made them before!”
She rushed the last bit - she liked to say that she was a somewhat decent cook, and she told all her friends that this was something she did every year, but it was a liiiiiitle bit of a white lie…
Nodding at the feedback, she set about fixing it. “Well, these ones are a bit too strong… Maybe they can be for Tomochin-san? Ahhh but thats like giving her the leftovers!” Shrugging, she smiled. “I’ll just have them for me!!”
“Hey, Jurina, wanna help me make some more?”
Jurina grinned when Seika said she’d give those to Tomochin. If it was her, Jurina was sure she wouldn’t even taste the bitterness in it…Sometimes, Jurina doubted that Tomochin tasted anything at all.
“Sure!” Jurina said cheerfully, rolling up the sleeves of her sports jersey. She was still sweaty from her morning run, so she had to be extra careful…Or there might be some salty chocolate.
Jurina had lived by herself for almost half her life, so she was pretty confident in her own cooking skills. She didn’t like to brag about it, but having to make her own meals from since she was 10 at least enabled to her to cook at a decent level.
Chocolate was another case altogether, however. She had never made chocolate before.
“Uhh…You might have to teach me how to make them.”
