𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || ꜱ. ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ

Spice

A/n I was going through the chapters to double-check some things and realised that this chapter didn't save properly and ended halfway through the actual chapter so oops. Might just have to switch it up and actually publish the FULL chapter so if you read it before and was like wtf is this then I apologise.

The song at the top plays with the chapter, you don't have to listen to it but It adds ✨ambience✨. Also, I'm from the UK so please don't come for our metric system.

Xoxo Gee oxoX

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Something different. Something exotic.

What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

I leaned against the kitchen counter, racking my brain for something 'exotic'.

"So by exotic do you mean... I don't even know." I threw my hands up in defeat.

"Cake."

I stared at Yuri.

"Cake?"

She nodded.

"Cake's exotic to you?"

"Exotic was the wrong wording. I wanted to spice up my language."

"I think you just wanted to confuse me."

I preheated the oven.

"That's not true. But did it work?"

I pulled ingredients from my cupboards.

Spice.

"Do I look confused?" I looked at her, grabbing eggs and butter from the fridge.

"You look slightly possessed."

"Possessed with the spirit of cooking."

"No."

I chuckled, "Okay." I placed treacle, butter and sugar in front of her, "Stir 250 grams of each in this." I grabbed a saucepan, "until they've melted together."

"W-what? You can't seriously be asking me to help you after the last t-"

"Shhhh." I placed a finger to her lips. "We don't speak of that day." I shivered. "Now, get going."

My speaker was in the corner of the kitchen and already connected to my phone so I pulled up my 'apricot JAMS' playlist and pressed shuffle play.

Haha, jams.

"You're meant to keep the saucepan on the heat to melt it," I called over to Yuri as Are you gonna be my girl by Jet started playing. I had already started to measure the dry ingredients and started tapping my feet to the song.

"I'm not an idiot."

"I know, I'm simply just observing."

1, 2, 3 take my hand and come with me because you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine.

I started to chop the glacé ginger.

"Ok now stir in 300ml of milk and let it cool off until it's warm." I scraped the ginger into the bowl of dry ingredients and stirred it.

"Why do you get the easy job?" Yuri complained.

"Because I'm teaching you to become a great cook."

"When will I ever melt butter, treacle and sugar together ever again in my life?"