[She quips, shaking off her jacket and hanging it up on the hall rack like a good little girl. Chloe does genuinely enjoy surprises - it doesn't mean she can't still be completely bowled over by them, and like them despite the shock - but walking into what smells like (and she's making assumptions here) Gordon Ramsay's kitchen isn't exactly on the list of possible expectations.
She anticipated dinner reservations. Not dinner-as-made-by-the-master-of-the-house.]
...Jesus Christ.
[Chloe doesn't know where to start: the apron, the pans, the glass of wine just now set on the granite counter top - sensible fellow, marble stains. It smells like a Thai noodle cart in here and the nostalgia is suffocating.
Wandering around the island so retrieves a bottle of something dark from the aforementioned cabinet, examining the label before pouring herself a glass of whisky. Chloe sips slowly, leaning up against the counter and admiring the view.]
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[She quips, shaking off her jacket and hanging it up on the hall rack like a good little girl. Chloe does genuinely enjoy surprises - it doesn't mean she can't still be completely bowled over by them, and like them despite the shock - but walking into what smells like (and she's making assumptions here) Gordon Ramsay's kitchen isn't exactly on the list of possible expectations.
She anticipated dinner reservations. Not dinner-as-made-by-the-master-of-the-house.]
...Jesus Christ.
[Chloe doesn't know where to start: the apron, the pans, the glass of wine just now set on the granite counter top - sensible fellow, marble stains. It smells like a Thai noodle cart in here and the nostalgia is suffocating.
Wandering around the island so retrieves a bottle of something dark from the aforementioned cabinet, examining the label before pouring herself a glass of whisky. Chloe sips slowly, leaning up against the counter and admiring the view.]
Didn't know you were an amateur chef.