Hannah started to heat up the oil and butter, occasionally adding a bit of garlic, salt and oregano. She giggled quietly "Take note, when you get a girlfriend you need to know how to cook!" She started to stir the food, adding the shrimp. The aroma filled the room, it started to make Hannah feel a tad homesick, she made this for herself all the time at home.<br/>"I started to cook when I was eleven I think. I was jealous of one of my friends at school, she always packed these amazing leftovers of her dinner. I wanted to have better leftovers than her so I started to cook my own dinner. It was quite silly to be honest, but now I love cooking so much, so I guess it wasn't that pointless." She smiled, thinking back to her young self. "Breakfast ramon, mmmm". She rubbed her flat tummy, not able to remember the last time she had actually eaten ramon.<br/><br/>"There isn't really much to tell, to be honest. My parents were.... an interesting couple. They couldn't wait for me to leave home and even offered to pay the first 3 months rent if I left before I was 17. They tried to buy my love, paying for my ballet lessons, clothes and shoes. I haven't had a steady boy friend since forever, my life revolves around dancing and oh yeah, there is a bunch of paranormal beings wanting to kill me." Hannah poured the mixture of shrimp and spices into two bowls, both with pasta in them. She had some sauce on her finger, she went over to Nyas and wiped it on his nose. She giggled as it dripped down his nose. "Do you want to eat in your room still?"