At least she still seemed to know who he was. Sintih was happy to see Faith responded in such a pleasant manner to his greeting to her. Could it be that she was all professional and just responded in kind? Of course. Did he think that? Of course not. He had to keep himself from rolling his eyes when the woman next to him suddenly became friendlier towards Faith and, for some reason, him as well. He just gave her a nod and let her do her assignment while he moved his attention from his very short list of kitchen utensils to Faith as she worked with the other two people in her class. She seemed to be doing quite well, unperturbed by the words of the woman next to him. Professional.
Sin listened with one ear as Faith explained the rest of the tools spread out in front of them. The rest of his attention was on trying to keep up his notes with her explanation. He had to forgo readable penmanship for scribbles but managed to keep up with the names and uses of most of the tools. When she finished the table of utensils, Sin let out a relieved breath, figuring he'd add some drawings to the list later. Maybe he'd ask Faith if he could get some extra time after class to finish his work. He had never really liked this part of studying but with a mother like his it was impossible not to pick up the required skills along the way.
He put his paper down on the table when Faith mentioned actually cooking something. They were going to jump right in, it seemed. Sintih followed the other students to the baskets Faith had pointed out and read together with the quiet woman what the rice and vegetable recipe would entail. He also looked at the other options while the annoying woman immediately picked her choice after reading one card.
Ugh. Red wine? No thanks. Sin skipped over the other man's recipe when he read it involved wine. Picking up the card for the annoying woman's recipe, Sin saw the others had all decided already. He quickly glanced over it and put it down before looking at the last one.
Hmm. Isn't this the... what was it again? Pasta thing? Sin read over the pasta with ham and egg and then looked around for Faith, trying to get her attention.
"Is this pasta thing the same pasta thing that you mentioned in the market when we met? I seem to remember you talking about something like this, right?"
Picking up a basket of the pasta dish, Sin moved back to his table, which he still shared with that woman. Putting the basket down, Sin focused back on Faith. Start by reading the instructions, that sounded easy enough. Sin glanced over to the other people in the class as they all started reading before he did the same. The instructions seemed short, which told him it was easy, but when he got to actually reading it Sin began starting to regret his choices. The ingredients weren't too difficult. First was obviously the pasta itself, which Sin assumed was the hard yellow like thin sticks, the diced ham was easy to spot as well.
Eggs? Check. No idea what yolk is, though. Grated cheese? Check. The list ended with a salt, pepper and parsley, which he assumed was the only ingredient left in his basket, some sort of bushy green plant that looked a lot like the weeds that used to grow all over the farm back home.
With all the ingredients present, according to Faith's recipe, Sin started reading the rest of it. The instructions started off easy. Put pasta in boiling water for ten to twelve minutes. Sure, he could do that. Fry ham in a pan. He could do that too. What came after, though, was much more involved. He had to whisk, whatever that was, the egg yolk, whichever part of the egg that was, and mix it with something called the ham 'drippings'. After that he had to add the strained, whatever that was, pasta and the cheese and mix everything before adding the salt, pepper, the chopped parsley and the ham. Apart from the fact that he had no clue what most of the things mentioned in the recipe were, Sin thought the actions behind the instructions were easy enough: prepare things separately and then add them together in sequence.
He disliked having to ask but there was no library available from which he could pull the information. And Faith had been a great help before so Sin resigned himself to asking her for help once again.
"Err... Faith? What are..." Sin scanned the page with his finger, looking for the words he didn't understand.
"Whisk, yolk, drippings and parsley? I think parsley is this but I'm not sure." As he said that, Sin picked up the small bowl with the green weed looking plants in it.
