For nearly half an hour, Becky was captivated by Lucy’s lively presence in the kitchen, her energy resembling that of a bustling, energetic bunny. Every movement seemed purposeful as Lucy flitted about, engaging in seemingly mundane tasks that somehow worked together to create beautiful, mouth-watering aromas.
She spoke animatedly, her voice carrying the weight of a seasoned storyteller, like a grandmother, discussing topics that Becky had never given a second thought to before. From the subtle differences between an onion, a shallot, and a green onion, to the diverse flavors of cheese and their ideal pairings, Lucy’s words flowed effortlessly.
Though Becky found herself struggling to fully comprehend the wealth of information pouring forth from Lucy, she couldn’t bring herself to inter
