[Samus did not often cook either. She lived in culitary extremes; living off of convenient synthesized space food and rations... or surviving off native wildlife when long missions required it, often barbecued straight from her arm canon's hand. She was a hardy woman, but her and her physique certainly appreciated a good, protein-heavy meal.
It's hard for her to not drool as she idly follows her nose into the mess hall and openly stares at the mess Thor was making, especially after enduring weeks of hard-tack during Gallipoli.
...No, scratch that--she legitimately drools a little, and fumbles to wipe her chin with the back of her sleeve and hoping he didn't see it. Part of her wants to slink out of the mess hall area to ensure that but she is also hungry. Surely he's not going to eat all of that by himself? There's still meat uncooked.
Awkwardly, she decides to sit down at one of the tables like that was her intention the entire time.]
MESS HALL
It's hard for her to not drool as she idly follows her nose into the mess hall and openly stares at the mess Thor was making, especially after enduring weeks of hard-tack during Gallipoli.
...No, scratch that--she legitimately drools a little, and fumbles to wipe her chin with the back of her sleeve and hoping he didn't see it. Part of her wants to slink out of the mess hall area to ensure that but she is also hungry. Surely he's not going to eat all of that by himself? There's still meat uncooked.
Awkwardly, she decides to sit down at one of the tables like that was her intention the entire time.]