Serving for Two

[Ramke]

"Bonjour." she greeted Keller with her typically strong accent. The gaul was dressed somewhat similar - wearing a simple white sweater and tight black pants. It was probably an unusual sight for Keller, who had only seen her in uniform. It was unusual for her, too. She had spent years either in prisoner drabs or in a Royal pilot's outfit.

The woman stepped in, enjoying the smell. This was probably the first time she smelled proper, home-cooked food in a very, very long time. It even reminded her of home, just a little bit. She closed the door behind her, and followed the man to the kitchen, who was attending to his cooking.

"Thank you for having me. I didn't expect you to be a chef at all." she said as she smiled sheepishly. She was still unsure whether it was the correct move to trust Keller, but he seemed genuine. He's done more for her than anyone else ever since she joined the Royal Navy, and only time would tell whether that had any ulterior motive.

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