So you said make a thread.....

Damien just looked quite blank. "Uhh...well, I gotta...go" he said, pointing to the door, and backing away.

(Lol is he gonna come back?)

"Bye...." Which left Scar feeling confused. "Boys." She muttered.

Damien stepped out of the shower, and pulled some clothes on. He didn't bother drying his hair, instead just walking down to the kitchens, hoping Scar was gone.

Nope, she was still there, cooking something. She actually knew how to cook good food, the only one of her family to know. It was rather shocking.

Damien walked over and stood behind her, looking over her shoulder at what she was making.

Scar of course thought she was completely alone, an IPod in her ears, singing 'Safe and Sound' by Taylor swift. She was cooking a yummy looking and smelling pasta.

Damien reached into the pot with a spoon, taking some so he could try it.

Scar jumped, then narrowed her eyes at the spoon. "That had better be clean.." But she let him take a bit.

(*feels so stupid now*)

(He already has a spoon...)

(>< i swear to god that it said hand yesterday! >.< ignore the spoon thing then. burgh. *goes to edit*)

"It is" Damien said, his mouth full of food.

"Right, well, no double dipping, cause I'm sure your mom taught you that at least." Scar had a small smile that was trying to show, which it did. "Anyways, its almost done."

"Uh...yeah" Damien said, setting the spoon in the sink.

Scar smiled, humming again. She got turned the stove off and went to search for plates.

Damien stared at her, wondering why she was cooking. He just felt more confused than normal.

Scar turned sort of red. "Stop staring, haven't you seen a girl cook before?!" Scar never cooked in front of other people...She found the plates and got two out, then grabbed some silverware, started spooning out the pasta out along with the sauce.

"Course I have..." Damien said, looking at her. He looked at the other plate, wondering if it was for him or not.

"then it isn't a big deal....want some?" She asked, holding out the second plate for him.

"Yeah..." Damien nodded, taking the plate.

"Okay, there you go." She set her plate down and got the bread out of the oven. To scar's mind, pasta should never go without bread.

"Cool." Damien said, sitting down, beginning to eat all of the pasta on his plate.

Scar broke the bread up and put it in a basket. She grabbed a piece, eating it, still feeling like he was judging her on cooking.

"What?" Damien asked, looking at her, growing confused again.

"It is not that big of a deal!" She said, glaring at the table and eating. "That I can and do enjoy cooking."

"I know..." Damien said, with a nod. "It's good" he smiled