Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Hyrushi Residence - Immigration of New Possibilities

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He guided her gently to the glass and then said “Speaking of… I have everything prepared, I just have to assemble it. Would you like to move to the kitchen while I make the rolls? You may sample as I go. Decide if you want to flee before I serve.” and chuckled softly.

Hyrushi

“I would like that very much.” She took a sip of her glass before standing. Reluctantly, she let go of his hand and slid her hand up his arm, so he could lead her to the kitchen. She remembered the layout of his penthouse, but not exactly where every object was. She didn’t mind trusting him to guide her at all. Surprisingly, even though she’d been nervous the day before, she realized she hadn’t felt that instinctual fear that she usually felt in trusting someone else.

She sighed wistfully at the feel of his sleeve, “I wish I could tell you that you look handsome, Kenzo, but all I can say is that your blazer feels very nice.”

Dillon, Director, The House Sanctuary

“Trust me, I do.” he said with a slightly flirty inflection in his words. “And I will say that you look absolutely breathtaking this evening.”

Caitlyn laughed at the obvious playfulness. “Thank you. Alathide, she was a seamstress in Scotland. She mostly did alterations, but she made this for me for tonight. She’s planning to open a shop, but she wants to try and make her own designs.”

He led her to the island in the kitchen and helped her up on one of the stools, a gentle touch of his hand to the small of her back as he guided her to the seat. He set her wine glass down, took her hand and guided it to the stem; his fingers linger on hers for a moment before he stepped away and took off his blazer. As he pulled on an apron, he said “Tonight we will have miso soup to begin with, my great grandmother’s recipe. Then gyoza, japanese dumplings, made from the recipue of the family of my assistant, Ms. Fen. Her family has owned a restaurant in a small town for over five hundred years. Then we will have assorted sashimi, maki rolls, and for dessert- green tea ice cream. Is that acceptable, Chef?” he asked as the sounds of the kitchen came to life.

Hyrushi

That light touch on her back had an odd effect on her. It was not at all unpleasant; it made her close her eyes and just experience it for a moment. Her ears followed him as he moved around the kitchen. “That all sounds wonderful. I always thought that family recipes were much better than anything a professional chef could create. They have a personality and character all their own. That can’t be replicated in a commercial kitchen. That takes time, tradition, passion, and love.” She turned the stem of her glass as she listened. The sounds of the kitchen delighted her. Even if she didn’t know where anything was in the room, she felt at home. “Ah, so that is why you said Ms Fen must know who I was?”

Dillon, Director, The House Sanctuary