#g'raha and urianger supply them both with ancient recipes found in old journals and musty tomes

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obsessed with the idea of seike and alphinaud bonding over her teaching him how to cook; seike's scarred hands gentling as she stirs a pot, alphinaud finding peace and contentment in mastering something for his own sake. a pocket of calm for both of them. the kitchen as a space to dance and talk and cry. the kitchen as a refuge.

seike's talented but her favorite thing is to cook homely meals and to do it well - alphinaud finds joy in discovering baking with its exact sciences and particular measurements.

and years down the line when supplies are scarce and there are too few hands to do the work, alphinaud fires up an old gas stove in camp broken glass and rolls up his sleeves. seikes not there; except she is, in the spice, in the precise cuts, in alphinaud scrutinizing a piece of meat and trying to figure out how to best use it in an expression eerily like the warrior of lights