以下为Harry/Cameron Sage为Snape煮Gumbo引文:
“What’s all this?”
“Gumbo.”
“You made it?”
“I did. Well, mostly. You’re a bit earlier than usual—it should be done in a few minutes. I hope you’re hungry.”
“So, it’s food?” Snape asked as he removed his outer robes.
Cameron spun around with the ladle in his hand. “Of course it’s food.”
“What possessed you to cook? And what, precisely, is gumbo?”
“You don’t have to say it with that tone of voice. I just…felt like doing something for you. I thought you might enjoy it.” He shrugged and turned back to the pot. He didn’t know why he’d decided to cook. He just liked the idea of the two of them sitting down to a home-cooked meal at the end of the day. He’d pictured Snape closing his eyes in appreciation…and now he was just embarrassed.
“You, er, still haven’t told me what it is.”
“It’s a type of soup popular in the Gulf Coast region of the States. It’s served over rice; there’s stock, roux—”
“And roux is…?”
Cameron sighed. “Do you really need the recipe? It’s good. I think you’ll like it. Can’t that be enough?”
He only realized how vigorously he was stirring when a hand landed on his and stilled the ladle. “Sage, what’s wrong? I didn’t mean to interrogate you. I was simply trying to make conversation.”
He leaned back into warmth behind him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know. I had this ridiculous vision of dinner tonight, and…I don’t know. I’m being silly.”
“Yes, you are. Now, is dinner ready?”
Dinner was ready, and they ate mostly in companionable silence. It wasn’t the fantasy of utopian domesticity he had pictured, but it was good. Snape remarked on the flavor of the food, and tried to guess all the spices. It didn’t take him nearly as long as Cameron would have liked, but it was amusing. |