[The stew is still simmering on the stove, and at closer inspection, Leia can find that while it does smell very similar to the dish she's familiar with, there's a slight difference that leans more savory than the traditional. Kylo knows what he likes.
Aside from that, the pile of cheese he's just grated is sitting on a cutting board, and if she glances at the oven, she might see a long shape inside, and the smell of baking bread shouldn't be too hard to detect soon enough.
By the time she's had a look around, Kylo will be staring at her, arms folded and a look of displeasure on his face.]
I would rather you not ruin my meal with whatever you may be feeling.
[... but something odd strikes him now that he's actually looking at her properly, and he tilts his head with a brief furrow to his brow, eyes scanning her face and neck.]
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Aside from that, the pile of cheese he's just grated is sitting on a cutting board, and if she glances at the oven, she might see a long shape inside, and the smell of baking bread shouldn't be too hard to detect soon enough.
By the time she's had a look around, Kylo will be staring at her, arms folded and a look of displeasure on his face.]
I would rather you not ruin my meal with whatever you may be feeling.
[... but something odd strikes him now that he's actually looking at her properly, and he tilts his head with a brief furrow to his brow, eyes scanning her face and neck.]