Melting the Ice Queen's Heart

“Where are your pots?”

Gavin pulled out a stainless-steel saucepan. “Is this good?”

“Not in the least. Do you have a stockpot?”

“A what?”

Virginia rolled her eyes and began to open random cupboards, finally locating a stockpot in a bottom cupboard. She held it up. “This is a stockpot!”

“Impressive.” Gavin pulled out a chair and sat down. Rose was there in a flash and climbing in his lap. “Mind if I watch?”

“Why?” Virginia asked skeptically.

“It’s how we surgeons learn, by observation, is it not?”

“Perhaps I’ll employ the Socratic method on you while I’m dicing the potatoes.” Virginia reached down and began to peel one of the potatoes Lily produced.

“I don’t think that’s fair. I know nothing about cooking.”

“He really doesn’t,” Lily said. “All he can make is grilled cheese. Rosalie does most of the cooking.”

Virginia cocked an eyebrow. “Who’s Rosalie?”

“My housekeeper slash nanny slash cook.” Gavin poked at the bread. “What’s in the bag?”

“Ah, that’s a surprise that will have to wait until the chowder is ready.” Virginia finished peeling the potatoes and began to dice them. Then she went to work on the onions and carrots. When the vegetables were diced she placed them in the stockpot with some salted water and set them to boil.

“Why would I put potatoes on to boil, Gavin?” Virginia asked as Lily grabbed Rose’s hand and led her out of the kitchen. They’d obviously lost interest in making dinner.

Gavin shook his head. “I told you, I’m an observer. I don’t adhere to the Socratic method.”

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