[The truth is that she's working off a recipe with a video, but she's too frazzled, too stretched thin to watch the video itself. Her gaze flicks over to him as she stops chopping up a series of peppers, and then looks into the pot. It is looking as if it's needing a stirring, but that's only because the smell of the flour and oil isn't terribly appetizing.]
You can tell what I'm doing?
[Making a roux in the first place is a new skill, learned in part because of her need to help out here.
It doesn't mean she's good at it.]
You can cook? [she asks a beat later. They have countless bartenders, but very few cooks.
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You can tell what I'm doing?
[Making a roux in the first place is a new skill, learned in part because of her need to help out here.
It doesn't mean she's good at it.]
You can cook? [she asks a beat later. They have countless bartenders, but very few cooks.
Too few cooks.]