The spatula was drawn up until the chocolate dripped off it in a thin slow stream, allowing Amélie to swipe her finger through it. Bringing the digit to her mouth, Amélie licked the chocolate off as she turned back toward Sombra, tasting the concoction with a little hum of satisfaction. It was just the right balance and almost ready.
"So I am a 'target', am I?"
There was a quirk of her lips at the end to accompany the light ribbing, picking on Sombra's word choice just because she could. And it shook her a bit out of her hollow melancholy from earlier. It was going to linger for a while longer, but even Amélie had to admit that having Sombra there made the day a little easier to bear.
A quick turn of the dial reduced the heat so their soon-to-be-drink wouldn't burn, and she put away what was left of the ingredients. One must always be neat and clean as they went. Someone could learn from the example. Cream and sugar went into a small metal bowl Amélie pulled from the freezer, quickly turned into whipped cream by hand with a whisk, nice stiff peaks formed. It was going to be the finishing touches on the Chocolat Chaud.
Of course, it needed a little taste test. One finger of whipped cream went into her own mouth and, without even thinking about it, Amélie presented Sombra with some on another for her to taste. She wasn't even watching the shorter woman, eyes focusing on the mugs, free hand reaching for them.
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"So I am a 'target', am I?"
There was a quirk of her lips at the end to accompany the light ribbing, picking on Sombra's word choice just because she could. And it shook her a bit out of her hollow melancholy from earlier. It was going to linger for a while longer, but even Amélie had to admit that having Sombra there made the day a little easier to bear.
A quick turn of the dial reduced the heat so their soon-to-be-drink wouldn't burn, and she put away what was left of the ingredients. One must always be neat and clean as they went. Someone could learn from the example. Cream and sugar went into a small metal bowl Amélie pulled from the freezer, quickly turned into whipped cream by hand with a whisk, nice stiff peaks formed. It was going to be the finishing touches on the Chocolat Chaud.
Of course, it needed a little taste test. One finger of whipped cream went into her own mouth and, without even thinking about it, Amélie presented Sombra with some on another for her to taste. She wasn't even watching the shorter woman, eyes focusing on the mugs, free hand reaching for them.