<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>~Near the market place~</strong></span></span><br/><br/>Leon sighed, "not that question," he told her as he went about the process of making everything right, glancing to Annrika as Oliza smacked him in the face and he'd turn to grin at her. "Let me know when you respect my skills enough you go starry eyed whenever I'm near, and blush when I'm shirtless," he said pushing his now wet hair out of his face. Before looking back to Annrika, "the maiden of death you were talking about," he repeated again. "Talk about her," he said as he'd pour the noddles into the pot and let them start to soften. At the display of everything he'd start laughing as Oliza was called out. "You're so cute when you're cornered," he teased again. When Annrika came up and asked him to cook it faster he'd narrow his eyes at her stutter before he shook his head. "Cooking is a art form and isn't to be rushed if you want it cooked properly," he told her. "It'll be done soon," he said, "quicker if you answer my question," he added as he'd start adding his spices and the chicken to the sauce. It'd be done really soon, he was letting the chicken cook and the flavors blend. It was a shame that Annrika already knew the taste, because this was easily one of her father's best recipes, and it was always it's absolute best the first time you tried it.