"Oh Rikku," She laughs softly to cover shifting in her uniform.  The frilly outfit with its underbust corset and lacings seems to stick around her no matter what she does, making her thin lines sinewy and her chest and hips much more visible.<br/><br/>"Omelettes, those are flat and packed.  Masala," she smiles down at the string of ingredients, "is made to be a little messy.  Once you start, it can slip and slide...  And one can slip and slide the tongue through it and explore all its parts."  She blushes softly behind her orange bangs and starts dicing ham carefully.  "And you know very well I'm just an apprentice.  But this is a dish where you focus on preparing those little parts."<br/><br/>She stops for a second looking up along Yuri's legs, and catches her breath.  "As I was saying...  Umm, would you like to make some side dishes, or perhaps help with the chilies?  I'm sure Rikku has excellent taste in wine..."  Even if she can't pronounce it, she thinks.   But she is half biting at her lip and turning her body sideways.  She drifts back to focus without realizing, the bright purple skirt drifting higher along her toned thighs.<br/>