Symbol Prompt for Edith

[Benedict Bridgerton]

[ ✿ ] my muse attempts to cook dinner for your muse.

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edith & benedict.

Was it rude if she was visibly amused? Edith knew enough about the Bridgerton siblings to know most of them had never set foot in the kitchens before; she doubted if most of the siblings could make a cup of tea, let alone an entire meal. Perhaps Benedict had been around the lower class enough to learn a thing or two, but she wasn't entirely convinced. When the family had always had cooks around to do all of this for them, why would a single one of them need to know even a simple thing? Nobility had no need to spend their time making their own food, and she certainly hadn't envisioned a single one of them cooking for the maids, even Benedict, kind as he was.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Edith asked, unable to say silent for any longer. She didn't want to step in and interrupt, didn't want to insult him by implying he was doing a terrible job, but she highly doubted if he knew enough to feel comfortable cooking. Could he truly be blamed for that, if that was the case? She wouldn't judge anyone who couldn't do something, there was plenty she couldn't do, given her position in society. Different classes were given different things to do, and she doubted if cooking was one of his talents. "Perhaps I can help?"

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

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"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

No. He did not. He really did not. He hadn't the faintest idea. While his time spent with the workers of the household was occasionally spent in the kitchens, he had never once made attempt to prepare an entire meal. It all started with an idea . . . an offer from a gentleman. He wished to cook her dinner. A gesture born out of kindness but clearly, no thought whatsoever. He thought only of doing something kind, and yet it resulted in him looking rather foolish as it was evident he had no idea what he was doing. And she was aware of it. Not only because she knew him well but also perhaps due to his wandering amongst the kitchen and searching through the cupboards for the appropriate cookware -- which he did not even know.

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Currently, he was standing in front of what he was fairly certain was used for heating water and milk, hands on his hips as he studied the structure and came to the conclusion . . . that he knew nothing. Now admitting that was not so easy. Pride often got in the way of admittance. But it was perhaps fortunate that he was not the most prideful sibling out of the lot. Refusing to admit defeat, he decided to re-evaluate. He after all, did not wish to starve her either. "Very well," he began, rather annoyed with himself as he turned around to face her. "Perhaps you may teach me?" He both asked and offered. "If you would kindly give me instruction, then I can attempt to follow and create something . . . edible." That was the goal after all, yet there was some lacking confidence in his voice. After all, Benedict Bridgerton was not exactly a confident individual when it came to his skills. And cooking, was one that he severely lacked.

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edith & benedict.

She meant no offence, assuming he didn't know what he was doing. So few from the upper class families were likely to have the faintest idea. They were never taught to do such things, always had people to do it for them, and that could hardly be helped. The cooks would likely take offence if the children started asking to cook their own food all of the time, as it would only end up putting them out of a job. There were most certainly things he knew how to do that she didn't, so she could hardly judge. The society they lived in simply taught different things to different classes of people...and even outside of that, people had different talents. Even if he knew how to prepare a meal, there was no saying he'd be any good at it, just as there was no knowing if she'd be decent at anything he could do.

"Of course. I'm sure there is plenty you and I can learn from each other, my lord." No matter how often he seemed to be down in the servants quarters, she couldn't bring herself to call him anything less formal, not without prompting. He was, after all, one of her employers. The viscount may have been her official employer, the viscountess dowager may have been the one who hired her, but she still needed to treat each of the Bridgertons with the same level of respect. "What is it you were hoping to make? ...Had you thought that far ahead?"

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Benedict quite appreciated her patience and understanding. He knew it would have been quite easy to mock him in this moment -- his siblings would spare no opportunity even though they potentially knew even less than he when it came to the art of cooking. Though they would argue that they would not place themselves in such a situation where their lack of knowledge was evident. Never the less, Benedict appreciated Edith's kindness. For he liked to believe that it stemmed from her genuine kind nature, rather than any fear of offending her employer -- or a member of the family who hired her.

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The formal use of his name further indication of such possibilities. But alas. Had he felt she was any different than her true self, he never would be attempting to cook for her. "Perhaps, in such moments where we find ourselves in each other's company . . . there is no need for such formalities." Would she find that too scandalous? Would she feel uncomfortable? At least a last name would be better than the title. A title that Benedict did not hear so often for after all, he was only the second son.

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A position faded into the background and this was something he'd grown quite used to. When she asked what he was trying to make, he paused for a moment. That was an excellent question! "What is your most favourite food to eat?" He inquired. "That is, something within the realm of reason and belief that I may actually remotely succeed in," he added with a sheepish smile. For he felt that there was a great deal more he could learn from her, than she could learn from him.

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edith & benedict.

Her friendship with him was very appreciated. She had never dared to drop the formalities completely, for he was still a Bridgerton, and she was still a maid in his household, but she liked to think the way he treated her was genuine. He’d never tried to take advantage of the sort, seemed like a genuine man, and he had absolutely nothing he could gain from her, not really. There were moments like this when she could teach him things, or course, but it wasn’t as if he needed to learn how to make anything. They had cooks to do that, after all.

“For most things, you would be better asking one of the cooks. I am only a maid, Mr Bridgerton,” she reminded him. Perhaps the ‘only’ was unfair towards herself, but it had simply slipped out. She respected all of the household staff, all those who held roles such as her own, but compared to him it really was a case of ‘only’. He, after all, had a far more privileged place in society…hence him having no idea how to cook for her, or even for himself.

“Perhaps we can make something relatively simple,” she suggested. There were plenty of things they could try to bake…but she wasn’t certain it was the best place to start. Bread and cake could be burnt much too easily. “Perhaps we can make some eggs. I know we are long passed breakfast time, but it is probably a good place to start.”

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