Upon seeing Basilisk inside she gave a smile of excitement. Good he hadn't gotten tired of waiting and went about something else more important. It meant she wasn't late. He told her to come in and she did so. There were post and she could see basic herbs and spices about and the excitement was mounting for her. She only hoped he didn't get fed up or frustrated with her and that she didn't disappoint. She wanted that freedom he had dangled in front of her. She came to sit before him, ears pricked and almost touching as she waited for him to begin the lessons. Her eyes on his paws as she waited. "Speech"

She came to the table where he had laid out the books, and sat beside him. He pulled one book closer between the two of them and opened it up. The letters were big, and the words seemed simple enough. The book had been titled ‘pups first cookbook’ and it had pictures to go along with the words. “I’m going to read out the letters, and then the words” He told her in a way of explanation.

He ran an extended claw over the page, so she could clearly see where he was reading from, and began. She was lucky he had had children recently, and already gone through the basics of teaching someone to read. Ensuring she was watching, he began to slowly sound everything out.


"Speech"

She nodded to his explanation of how he would begin to teach her to read and looked to the book he put between them. She took in everything he was reading to her, eyes glued to where he pointed with his claw. Every syllable and every word she did her best to memorize how it sounded and the letters on the page looked. Only stopping him to ask every now and again things such as why a T mad a ta sound and a th together wasn't a taha instead of the sound he provided. Some of how the words sounded and looked were strange, but at least she felt like she was beginning to get it. She was a sponge for the knowledge and if she had a tail it would of been wagging. "Speech"

Once he felt he had crammed enough letters and sounds into her brain, he moved onto the next step of the evening. He opened the page to a simple stew and looked at the instructions. “Alright, no doubt we'll burn this.” He said wryly. Acknowledging his own lack of skill when it came to cooking. Perhaps he'll pick something up in this endeavour. 


He set a pot of water over a fire to heat up. “You've been pretty quiet today.” So had he, but that was besides the point. He was still trying to establish something like a connection between them. Damns, he was bad at this. “It's asking for root vegetables first, let's attempt to cut some potato.” He said, handing her a knife built for wolf paws.

By the time they were done with the reading lesson she felt a small headache starting to form. Some of the words spellings and syllables made no sense.

He was then turning to a page and she glanced at it. Her brow furrowed, more of those weird words that weren't spelled how you would of thought. He said they would probably burn it and she glanced over its instructions that she could somewhat make out. Though the picture were most of its give aways.

She nodded though. Then moved to follow him to the prep area he had set up. It wasn't her first time cooking. Though normally hers wasn't cut vegetables. His words about her being quiet were answered with a hum of thought. "Do you wish for me to speak more then master?" her eyes went to the vegetables he had and she set herself up ready to cut them like the book had shown. And he was handing her a knife. A blink. Most masters wouldn't dare, but maybe if she were a more violent slave he wouldn't of done so. Her eyes went bad to the potatoes and she pulled one closer, before setting about doing her best to cut them into slices. They weren't pretty but it would do this time maybe.

Basilisk huffed in mild amusement at her question. “If we’re both the quiet stoic type, nothing will ever be said.”He pointed out, his voice lightly teasing as he set about sorting out the pot and the heat for her vegetables.

She seemed to hesitate a moment over the knife, before gripping it awkwardly and setting about cutting the potatoes. It was blatantly obvious she had never used a knife before. “If you're going to be a cook, you're going to need some lessons with the knife.” He mused, partly out loud to himself as the water started to boil, and he grabbed what she had cut so far, pouring it into the water.


"Speech"