"I didn't even know that you liked to cook—now you're telling me that you want to apprentice for a chef?"
"Fuck off Buzzkill." Mikayla rolled her eyes as she pushed the baking sheet into the oven, "You don't know everything about me, alright?
The truth of the matter is that had Brooke paid more attention growing up, she might have seen the obvious signs that Mikayla had always been at least passingly interested in cooking. The Easy Bake Oven might not have been a clear enough giveaway for Middle School Brooke, but her openly wishing that they had bake sales at school growing up, bugging Mom to teach her how to do stuff in the kitchen and nowhere else, and her interest in making Poffins in Diamond & Pearl should have been dead giveaways that Mikayla was always going to be at least a little into kitchen activities.
With her blonde hair tied up wearing one of Mom's old aprons, there was no denying that Mikayla at least looked the part. With her defined jawline and long neck on display as she leaned against the counter, Brooke couldn't deny that her sister looked like she belonged in the kitchen. At the very least, whatever classes she had been taking behind her back were paying off.
"You didn't think I wanted to be a barista forever, did you?"
"Of course not, but like..." Brooke made a face as she nibbled on an "extra" piece of pizza that she had taken from the serving tray, "Kay, when did you have time to take these classes?"
"They're like an hour, Brooke—we don't all grind to a halt after work." Mikayla scoffed, "Besides, I've been doing them with Marley."
"Marley can cook too?"
"Yeah she's going all domestic on me." Mikayla curled a nostril to one side in a continued dismissal of Brooke's confusion with the matter at hand, "Good luck—she's still burning stuff..."
Brooke could only sit there with her brow furrowed and her mind whirring. Since when did Mikayla have hobbies? Like, outside of casual gaming and making her big sister's life miserable, what hobbies had she ever had before? More importantly, why had it been so long until she'd realized how good of a chef her little sister was?
"And this chef you want to apprentice..." Brooke took an almost cautious nibble of the pizza slice that she was nursing, "They're like... a real chef?"
"Duh. You don't get to work at a university without having some accreditation." Mikayla rolled her eyes, grabbing her backpack from underneath the kitchen table and pulling out a cookbook, "See? Says right here..."
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