Vi wasn’t totally sure why she was teaching you how to cook, but you looked so cute when you were confused.

Maybe it was because you were a helpless damsel in distress- not really, you were loaded. Got to love generational wealth.

Maybe it was because she wanted to spend time with you, to have her front pressed to your back as she showed you how to cut vegetables properly.

Her hands were over yours on the knife, warm and rough.

You were, in all honesty, not totally focused.

You were surrounded by her gentle voice and musk-floral smell and soothing warmth.

“Where did you lean to do this, Vi?” You asked, setting the knife down and turning your head to look at her.

Vi shrugged, nuzzling her nose into your cheek to make you laugh.

“Every Undercity kid learns the basics. I was too young to help out at The Last Drop when Vander owned it, but I could help feed people, so that’s what I did.”

You smiled at Vi, planting a gentle kiss on her temple.

She pressed her nose into your shoulder, tugging on the strap of your bra through your blouse with her teeth.

You swatted her gently, laughing as she snapped the strap with her teeth.

God, she could be a brat, just like a puppy.

Your puppy.

You had her dogtags hanging around your neck, even.

Dogtags were tags on a silver chain given to Enforcers in case their corpses needed to be identified.

You grabbed them with the hand that wasn’t holding the knife and she smiled at you.