It was one of the most important things he wanted to do for Cassie, real food. Then various jail stays and his prison stint just solidified that fact. Hell even the Raft had better food than San Quentin and Scott's not even 100% sure how that worked.
"Is that how they show love huh?" He teases he is somehow not surprised, given what little he knows about the crew. Most of what he's heard comes from Phil but there is always an admiration when he speaks about his team.
Scott leaves them both to do some prep work him cutting up various veggies and pulling out the chorizo from its casing to roll it into little meatballs for the soup and Phil to mix, fold, and knead. Every now and then he catches himself getting distracted watching the other work quietly. Getting wrapped up in how this is just, so nice. The two of them working skillfully together to make something grand.
There's something to be said about that.
It takes them both a good forty minutes or so to sort everything out, the bread set aside to rise and the soup put on low and slow to start its multi hour journey to perfection. Scott will set timers on his phone to periodically come out to stir but aside from that there isn't much babysitting left to do which is the great thing about soup.
It leaves them time for coffee and conversation. So Scott does his due diligence on that front and starts another pot, deciding this time to go a bit fancier pulling out one of his fresher ground options and his press. He doesn't get to break it out often but this lazy afternoon calls for it he thinks. "So your team. Am I gonna get the full gambit when I meet them?"
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"Is that how they show love huh?" He teases he is somehow not surprised, given what little he knows about the crew. Most of what he's heard comes from Phil but there is always an admiration when he speaks about his team.
Scott leaves them both to do some prep work him cutting up various veggies and pulling out the chorizo from its casing to roll it into little meatballs for the soup and Phil to mix, fold, and knead. Every now and then he catches himself getting distracted watching the other work quietly. Getting wrapped up in how this is just, so nice. The two of them working skillfully together to make something grand.
There's something to be said about that.
It takes them both a good forty minutes or so to sort everything out, the bread set aside to rise and the soup put on low and slow to start its multi hour journey to perfection. Scott will set timers on his phone to periodically come out to stir but aside from that there isn't much babysitting left to do which is the great thing about soup.
It leaves them time for coffee and conversation. So Scott does his due diligence on that front and starts another pot, deciding this time to go a bit fancier pulling out one of his fresher ground options and his press. He doesn't get to break it out often but this lazy afternoon calls for it he thinks. "So your team. Am I gonna get the full gambit when I meet them?"