[Or, he'd assume, how to make this soup? He tips his head thoughtfully and looks down at the surface of the brew again. The liquid is dark, hiding the dozen different ingredients cooking inside.]
I think I could duplicate this recipe again, yes... It's deceptively simple.
[Like so much that Lilim do. Like so much Shinji does. Sighing wistfully to himself, he begins to untie his scarf. The wood-burning stove is making the cabin warm up - but even then, it's a bit of an excuse. As soon as the scarf is discarded, he turns to Shinji and starts to untie the back of his apron without pausing to ask.]
You could say it's like music, in a way. Embracing an element of spontaneity... a recipe and a composition are only like blueprints if you choose to treat them as such.
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[Or, he'd assume, how to make this soup? He tips his head thoughtfully and looks down at the surface of the brew again. The liquid is dark, hiding the dozen different ingredients cooking inside.]
I think I could duplicate this recipe again, yes... It's deceptively simple.
[Like so much that Lilim do. Like so much Shinji does. Sighing wistfully to himself, he begins to untie his scarf. The wood-burning stove is making the cabin warm up - but even then, it's a bit of an excuse. As soon as the scarf is discarded, he turns to Shinji and starts to untie the back of his apron without pausing to ask.]
You could say it's like music, in a way. Embracing an element of spontaneity... a recipe and a composition are only like blueprints if you choose to treat them as such.