#[ and ohh i see! in terms of description though i'm more so referring to my muse's body language and actions ]

[unladielike]

    "Ah, good! Then I guess I don't have to hurry too much. And about that... I use, 'spoons', as like a disability metaphor, but basically in English, it's another word for disabled people that describes the amount of mental and physical energy they have available to do every day tasks. This, of course, can range from brushing one's teeth to cooking," Vivian goes on to patiently explain. ...Though, considering her disability in question happened to be an invisible one, most might not immediately suspect there was something 'wrong' with her right away.

    Granted, they may get the impression she was slightly eccentric and a bit sensitive to the environment depending on either the weather conditions or noise levels, but outwardly, Vivian appeared to be your ordinary able-bodied girl. Still, before she could even contemplate on whether or not she felt like telling Mizumachi what her disability was, the kettle would soon whistle, causing her to immediately rush forward to turn it off. Then, with a spoon, she would grab the kettle and mosey her way over to his mug, before pouring the water in.

    Once enough water had been emptied from the kettle, Vivian eventually sets it aside on the counter top and begins stirring away until the hot water, milk, and hot chocolate mix were properly mixed together. Afterwards, she'll then yawn, slowly make her way back over towards where Mizumachi sat, and lay it next to the plate of waffles she had given him. "There you go! One extremely low effort hot chocolate, ready for your consumption," Vivian declares and without another moment's pause, she'll proceed to slide into the chair next to his. "To be honest, I think I might just buy myself coffee later; after all, I still have lots of spare change left in my wallet and I simply can't be bothered to grind beans today. So with that being said, I'll continue being your conversation partner!"

[水]

“Ohhh I like spicy foods sometimes, so if you ever make too much, I can help ya out.”

Ah? That was the thing about lingo, there were some things that just didn’t translate over well, and Mizumachi was still learning some things. He looks at Vivian with confusion, misunderstanding that she didn’t have enough spoons to cook.

“Are all the spoons dirty? Couldn’t you cook with a fork or something? Do you eat mapo tofu with a fork?”

If she didn’t have the spoons to cook it, then she certainly didn’t have the spoons to eat with. Unless she had a strict distinction between cooking spoons and eating spoons? Mizumachi was losing himself in some weird tangent all because he didn’t understand the lingo.

He takes a seat in the chair she pulled out for him and he patiently waits for her to finish in the kitchen. He’d wait for her to sit down as well before he dug in. You know, to be polite and all that.

“It’s all good, I can wait.”

She’s being nice enough to prepare something for him, so he can be patient and wait. He was enjoying the chat anyways, so he didn’t mind any. He was a sociable guy, so he was having fun!