action;

[That tiny pout of unhappiness when they part...oh, but that hits all of his buttons, hello. But before he can go back on his resolution and kiss her again, she's out of his arms and at the cutting board. Resigned, he moves to the stove and the dark chocolate tablets there. At her comment, he hums with amusement.]

I wouldn't exactly call this an essential skill. We're not really chocolate people, you and I.

[And yet, here they are, making some. Not that he can complain, really. He glances at the recipe book: truffles, chocolate and lavender. Sounds simple enough. While the water in the double boiler (okay, let's be honest--a saucepan with another saucepan on top) comes slowly to a boil, he works on chopping the tablet into even bits.]