Event Private Am I Really Qualified?

Adoption week went into full swing. As she saw the notices for it, Ivanka felt a certain compulsion. However, it was not out of the blue; she had for a good while wanted to redeem herself. She wanted to atone for her neglectfulness and take on a simple life. One of those steps was having a child. Taking care of and properly mothering one before it was too late. Seeing that there were numerous orphans looking for families, she decided to consider adoption. First she had a bunch of screenings to go through and checkups to make sure she was a viable option. Though worried based on her islets background, they deemed her worthy of parenthood, bringing her quick relief.

After several meetings, she found herself taking home a young teenager named Noah. He was a victim of slavery, something she could relate to. He didn't like being touched, so she avoided doing so as they went back home to Ivanka's apartment. By now, the damages on the kitchen were completely repaired and everything was functional. She unlocked the door and let him inside. She allowed him to get a feel for the place first before asking:

"Welcome home. So er, you hungry?"

The woman wanted to get to know her new son, but asking intimate questions off the bat seemed like a terrible idea.

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Ivanka noticed this tension. She crouched down to his height and smiled warmly at him. Her general intimidating aura vanished. "Let us feed you big meal, hm? What do you like to eat?" She couldn't help but notice the boy's skinniness. He could use a few more pounds. "I know I may look and sound like big scary dragon, but I will not hurt you. Okay?" Her eyes darted over to the kitchen, recalling the fire. A light blush graced her cheeks. "You may find me to be a bit of of a klutz..." At least Noah wouldn't have to worry about another house fire now that she got a lesson on how to use electric appliances properly. Now she just needed to figure out how Google knows so much.

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Ivanka thought for a bit about the contents of her fridge then recalled her earlier hunting. "Well, ever had elk? Makes for some juicy, tender steaks. I figure that, some macaroni and cheese, and broccoli would be a good meal for a growing boy." The woman playfully snickered before standing up. She stepped over to the kitchen. "Try not to mess up the place, but don't get too worried. Takes more than a little accident to piss me off." She took out the fresh elk meat, it already having been cleaned and shed of all of its furs. "Wanna help me by getting the seasonings? They're over in this cabinet." She gestured to the small one on her right. From there she would list the names. It would be a total of one sauce and four different spices.

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Her face turned pink as he called her mother. "Whatever you're comfortable with. Though I have taken role of Mother, I want you to go your pace." She liked the idea of having him call her Mom already; it meant that she was doing something right. The woman proceeded to mix up all of the ingredients and covered each steak with the flavorful concoction. Once all of them were well-seasoned and caked in sauce, she proceeded to place the pan of meat into the oven.

Next up were the sides. "Go in the fridge and get the bag of broccoli." Meanwhile she was boiling water on the stove. This was a massive improvement from when she first tried to use the oven. Still the appliance fascinated her. She felt like it was magic.

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