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Dwarves were no strangers to such casual connections, especially when often times their dams did not seek to marry, and Fíli himself had had his fair share of rolls in the hay. But nothing like this, no; he could tell the difference, could taste it in each kiss they shared, in the smallest of touches just the same. And for now, he was content not giving it too much thought, simply enjoying the moments they had with one another thoroughly, much like he was doing right now.

He smiled at yet another kiss, his hands resting briefly over hers when she cupped his bearded cheeks. He didn't know exactly what a roll was, if maybe it was something he knew only by another name, but his empty stomach seemed to think it sounded good, growling softly at the mention of it. "That sounds very nice. But you can do whatever you like, I'm sure I will love anything you make me."

It seemed they were in the same situation; both familiar with more casual occasions of intimacy, but both aware that there was something... different. Still, now was the time for food, not introspection. She'd have plenty of time to go over the particulars of this when she didn't have a hungry dwarf in her kitchen. A baking sheet when in the oven, laden with chicken. Not long after that, she started to slowly lay pieces in the heated oil, the hissing and sizzling loud as soon as meat touched liquid. While the meat cooked, she set about preparing the mixings for the salad, finding the rolls and setting them on another sheet so she could pop them in the oven closer to food time.

And through it all, she hummed, occasionally shooting him a look and smiling. "What about dwarven cuisine? Tell me about some staples in that?"

Dwarven curiosity was very much a thing, so after a moment of letting her cook, he finally stepped closer, still making sure he kept out of her way. His eyebrows knit together at the thick layer of oil in the pan, then he visibly startled when it sizzled at the addition of the chicken. It seemed quite hot, and vaguely Fíli thought that it wouldn't be too pleasant if even a small drop of that landed on bare skin.

He kept silent as she went on to take care of the salad, though, clearly curious about the entire process she went through there, at the question then looking at her. "Well... Mostly we do meat dishes. But we do have mashed potatoes in goat milk, for instance. We also have a dish made with goat guts. And desserts, of course, layered cakes and biscuits... But I think my favourite is the roasted boar my mother used to make. She would use plenty of spices, herbs that I haven't found here. She also did this chicken stew when I was younger, for..." He trailed off, then just smiled. "I remember it was very good, though I can't remember what was in it."

She didn't mind him moving closer at all, moving around him and laying light little touches here or there with her arm or hip as she brushed by. Yes, the oil was not something that she'd want landing on naked dwarf skin, so stay away, Fili.

But she listened to his explanation, nodding at the mashed potatoes, having done similar recipes herself. She wondered idly how he'd take to scalloped potatoes, putting that on a list of things to make for him later, along with shepherd's pie and lasagna. Big, hearty dishes that could be shared with large groups. Maybe she'd bring something over for him, his brother, and the other one he shared his home with. She made a pleased hum at the sound of roast boar, remembering a few she'd had herself. "Mm, maybe we'll have to see if we can't go hunt down some boar. I wouldn't mind that at all."

She paused a little when he trailed off, a brow lifting in curiosity. "For what? When you got sick? I think that's a sort of universal mom-thing. Chicken soup or stew is pretty much a go-to for moms with sick kids."

Flipping the chicken over in the pan, she felt the sizzle and burn as a few pops of oil landed on her stomach and side, ignoring it for the most part beyond a flinch, then going to line a plate with paper towel. "What's your favorite dessert? Here or home?"

"Yes, and then make a roast out of it," he hummed pleasantly just thinking about it, even if he knew it would never be like his mother's dish. But he could surely find other seasonings for it, ones just as tasty, and come up with a whole new way to cook that meat on his own. "I'll be the one to cook it for you then. I am no cook, to be honest, but I will do my best to show a little of the dwarven flavour."

Not that kind of flavour, Riley, don't think dirty things.

He was quiet for a moment as she spoke after, waiting for her to finish, though in true it was mainly him dealing with his own hesitation about this topic. But finally he shook his head and spoke up. "No. Dwarves don't really get sick-- only injured, if anything. She made it for my father, is what I meant. It was his favourite dish."

The mention of dessert had him brightening up though, and without pause to think, he answered. "Chocolate. Anything with chocolate. I'm quite fond of brownies right now."

She had to actually fight back a giggle at that, pleased more than she should be at the idea of him cooking her something. She managed to keep it to a smile, nodding at him in agreement. "I'd like that. I'd like it a lot."

... Too late.

There was a hesitance in the way he spoke and when he mentioned his father and the look on his face, she thought maybe that wasn't such a happy subject after all. Or it had been, but circumstances had taken one or the other away, and that was no good. "Chalk up another thing we have in common. The not getting sick thing. But we did do stupid things, like break legs or ribs or... well. We were kind of dumb kids." She chuckled at the memory of some of the more risky things her and her brothers had done in the name of adventure.

The way he perked up was noticeable, and the mention of chocolate had her laughing. "Chocolate? Really? Can't say I'm surprised you have a sweet tooth. And brownies are delicious. So's fudge. Hot fudge on ice cream. Chocolate truffles. Mm, chocolate cheesecake? Ugh, now my mouth is watering. I know there's a bakery somewhere nearby. I smell it on my runs. Maybe I'll have to go find some brownies or... ooh. Nanaimo bars. No, wait. Stop distracting me with chocolate."

She pulled out the two pieces of fried chicken, setting them on the plate and adding two more. There were six pieces in the oven at the moment for the salad and she planned to make six fried pieces. She knew her own appetite was large and from what she'd seen of Fili's and the way they'd all but devoured the deer and rabbits... well. It wasn't just her.

"Oh, yes. Kíli and I are all too familiar with the concept of running about getting into trouble. In fact," he started, then lifted his arm to show the scar going along his side, just below his armpit. "This was one of my brother's arrows. And..." he dropped his arm, then pointed to the large scar going up his right arm. "This was one of his swords. Of course, most of our ventures didn't have such violent outcomes, but..."

She could get a pretty good notion of how dwarves didn't mind playing a little rough. Even if Kíli had bawled his eyes out both times, thinking he'd killed his brother.

Her little ramble amused him greatly, and at the last words he outright laughed."Me? I only mentioned it! You were the one going on such a passionate speech." And he hadn't understood half of what she said, but all of it still sounded delicious. "I take it you have chocolate in your world?"

New chicken set in to sizzle, she came over to look at the scars he pointed out, tracing her fingers over them and appeasing her curiosity over how he'd gotten them. "Dwarves and shifters would get along fine. We're a pretty rough and tumble batch, especially when we're scrapping with fur." Claws and teeth, Fili.

She snorted at the accusation, teasing though it was. "I take it by that you don't? God, yes, we have chocolate. We're a pretty indulgent world." Her fingers found a strand of hair, curling it and playing with it as she spoke to him. "Chocolate comes in all forms. Solid, like in bars or chips. Melted, like fudge. Liquid, like syrup. In fact--" She turned and went over to a cupboard, opening it and lifting up on her toes to reach it, pulling the dark plastic bottle down and waggling it at him. "This. It's great in milk for chocolate milk or over ice cream or... just out of the bottle, but don't tell my mom I do that because she hates it."

"Oh yes, I've no difficulty imagining," he huffed, thinking back to only a while ago, when she had been digging her nails hard into his skin. "And true, we dwarves are quite sturdy, but we still don't heal as quick or easily as you do."

Which is to say, were he to get in the middle of something like that, he could very well leave with a few cuts and bruises that would last to tell the tale for a while.

"We don't, no." Chocolate and coffee, two big novelties for him. Well, and champagne. And ice cream. Can't forget the mozzarella sticks either. Basically, just... a lot of things. Curiosity peaked, he walked over to where she was, very much resisting the urge to touch up her thighs and over her ass when she stretched like that, and when she showed him the bottle, he reached to take it, uncapping it and sniffing a bit. "Rest assured... Should I ever meet your mother, I will not breathe a word of it." Smiling, he tipped his head back and squirted a generous amount of the chocolate into his mouth.

"Which is why I'll treat you like the delicate flower you are." She barely managed to keep a straight face with that.

He was free to touch her as he pleased, but he already knew that. When he took the bottle, she thought it would be to look at it, but then it was upended and a stream went into his mouth and she laughed. Seemed her dwarf was a bit of a glutton. Perfect. She took the bottle back, holding it up over his head. "Hey. This is for... well, eating. If you want some, you have to have it on something."

Of course, that something could very well just be her thigh or hip, but she'd leave it to him to figure out.

"Please... don't. I can handle plenty of rough, believe me." He ended that with a teasing wink, right before lifting that bottle. But then it was being taken away from him all too soon, and he let out a noise of complaint, close to a whine, through his mouthful of chocolate topping. But at least he swallowed before trying to talk, thankfully - or that would have been quite a disgraceful and unflattering mess.

"Oh, so it's fine when you do it, but not me?" He pointed out, but rather than complain further, he chose to focus on her last words instead, smile sharpening as a hand trailed up the back of her leg, and he looked down all too intently. "Well, I do have quite a few ideas in mind right now."

Arousal flared quickly, Riley biting her lip as she looked down at him. "Keep them in mind until after we eat. I'm not burning our food because I'm too distracted by licking chocolate off your--. Off you." That whine was distracting, but so was the idea of Fili covered in chocolate.

She hmphed, moving back to the cupboard to put it up on the high shelf. "But... if you liked it, I'll make sure to pick up more next time I go shopping. Maybe extra whipped cream as well?" She moved to quickly turn the chicken over, then gave him her full attention again.

"Of course," he murmured, feeling his insides warmer as his mind promptly finished her thought-- or what it was before she cut it short. "Ought to keep something sweet for dessert, after all."

Dropping a quick and light kiss to her back, he dropped his hand, pulling away before he got aroused again himself. Not likely, true. But still. "Whipped cream. That's the white thing, yes? Is it nice too?"

"Oh, honey." She laughed, shaking her head. Going over to the fridge, she debated between the can or the tub. Yes, she had both. Don't judge her. Pulling out the can, she gave it a shake. "If it's for something like a big dinner with pumpkin pie or something, I like to make it from scratch, but... this stuff's not so bad. Scratch is better because you can flavor it with vanilla or cinnamon or whatever you want, but for a quick fix... Open your mouth and tip your head back."

She popped the top off, finger on the nozzle as she beckoned him closer.

He definitely won't judge her once he realizes what a creamy goodness this thing is.

For now, he did as asked, a bit confused but not getting into it as she listed all the flavours that could be added to it. Stepping closer, he looked from the can to her, then tipped his head back and opened his mouth, figuring that she was going to pour some of that whipped cream inside.

Upending it, she tipped the nozzle over his mouth and pressed. There was the whoosh of aerosol being released, then a coil of white filled his mouth. "There you go."

She followed suit, filling her own mouth with fluffy white and then putting the cap back on with a hum. Mm. Tasty.

He was a bit surprised at the texture, but not overly much. The true novelty was the taste, and he hummed loudly as he closed his lips around it, a small chunk of the cream spilling out and sticking to the corner of his mouth.

"Ih's 'elichious!" Alright, talking through a mouthful of whipped cream? Not a good idea. He stopped for a moment so he could swallow it all, then added. "It must taste even better with that liquid chocolate."

She chuckled as she swallowed hers, the look o his face and his attempt to talk just too much. Coming over, she licked that little bit that was at the corner of his mouth, nipping at his lip. "It does," she promised. "It tastes pretty good on everything. Pie, ice cream, cake. Hot cocoa. We'll work our way down the tasting chart and make sure you get to try it all."

He closed his eyes as she leaned down to wipe the small smudge from the corner of his lips, smiling up at her as she pulled away again, and letting out a soft pleased hum at the list of foods she went through. "Delicious and terrible, is what all that sounds to me. You'll soon make a fat dwarf out of me, if you keep that up." Not that he'd mind, really. Then again, they were a little too active for either of them to put on any weight, and he had a feeling that wouldn't change anytime soon.

"Fat? Never. I have far too many ways to burn that off with you for you to gain a pound." If they kept at it at the rate they were going, he was likely to lose weight. Fili, the most-toned dwarf known to all mankind. Kili could tease him about it.

She was tempted to steal another kiss, let herself get distracted by those tasty lips, but food... With a regretful sigh, she drew back and leaned against the counter, waiting to take the chicken out and put in the last batch. "So, have you heard of anything you haven't tried yet but want to?"

If Kíli even so much as tried, then he in turn would be teased for that little chub he'd been putting on, which was something he wasn't all that fond of. Fíli himself rather liked being fit for one, it wasn't all too unusual amongst his kin and, truthfully, it gave him a lot more energy to move and run and to all the more things that he wouldn't be able to keep up with, were he fat.

And they did have plenty of ways to keep fit indeed - not just between the sheets, so to say, but out in the woods, with walks, hunts and camping trips. Whatever amount of food she fed him, it surely wouldn't make him too much fatter.

He thought a bit about her question, some things coming to mind, but one most of all standing out. "Peanut butter," he said at last. "I wonder, how does one even make butter out of peanuts? Or any other sort of nut, really."

Out of all the things he could have said, that one surprised her the most. She laughed, moving over to deal with taking one batch out and putting another in, flipping the chicken in the oven as well. "Really? Peanut butter? Of all things? Well, I guess it's better to call it spread than butter, but if it's made right, it has the same texture as butter. Ever mashed anything? We'll get some nuts sometime and make it, but it's pretty much just crushing up a bunch of nuts and maybe adding a little salt or sugar to taste. Peanuts are pretty oily, so they provide a lot of their own moisture."

After she dealt with the chicken, she went over to another cupboard. Guess who had some smooth peanut butter on hand? "Smooth stuff, like this? It's when they grind it all down so much that it's just a paste. Then there's crunchy, where they leave some of the nuts in pieces. Wanna try some?"

Surely there were other things that he could have picked, but in this instance, it was actually two new things mixed into one: peanuts, which he'd never heard of nor tried, and this kind of butter or spread that was made out of it. So at her incredulousness, he simply shrugged, tipping his head curiously. "Why? Is peanut butter not odd or mysterious enough? It is something very new to me. Both the butter, and the nut."

But of course, he delighted in the prospect of trying it right now, chunky or smooth, so when she pulled out the jar of peanut butter she had, then asked if he wanted to try some, he brightened up immediately. "Yes, I would very much so. Do you eat it just like this? Or do you use it as butter, to put it on other things?"

"Huh. I guess I'm spoiled. Peanut butter's sort of one of the most basic things where I come from. Even just the nut. If you like this, I've got something you'll love." It was a reminder that no, he did not come from anywhere near her world if he'd no idea what a peanut was.

Unscrewing the lid, she scooped a little onto her finger, then waggled it at him. "It's usually had on bread, in a sandwich, but people make cookies with it, or use it with fruit or... I don't know. Whatever they want that it goes with."

Promptly he stepped closer, taking that little waggle as an invitation, and opening his mouth to wrap his lips around her finger. Sucking a little, he licked it clean, humming pleasantly at the intense taste that so easily spread through his mouth, letting out a little sigh as he released her finger, eyes closed for a moment.

"It's terrible. I don't know how everyone in your world isn't horribly fat. I'm sure that with all these, most of us dwarves wouldn't even be able to stand up." And yet-- he looked up at her curiously. "What else have you got that I'll love?"

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