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[ukan]

"I think I could trust you to whisk a few things for Kiryu," Lark days, like he's considering giving Pagan some nuclear launch codes.

[lone_horse]

“I would be happy to cook for you. Both of you.”

A quick bow of his head.

“Especially after this meal.”

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan returns with his arm around Kiryu, lounging in the chair like the goddamn king he was instead of an inmate with two wardens.

"Then it's settled. Anything for a homecooked meal, honestly. As long as it's not my cooking. You missed the New Year party, Kazuma, but - " He shakes his head. "Yunlan and I tried making dumplings and it was an unmitigated disaster. Combine that with the fact that it was during a flood where we couldn't understand each other and, well, you can imagine the results. We managed to come out with something that would make our respective grandparents shudder, but it was edible, at least. So I leave the cooking to others."

[ukan]

"When we were first paired I told him I didn't want him working in the kitchen," Lark explains. "And he ran with it."

[lone_horse]

There's a twitch of an eyebrow that on anyone else would be a chuckle.

"I do maintain the dining hall, though, so if there's anything you need in that regard, Lark-san, please let me know."

He glances at Pagan, and there's another of those not!smiles over at him.

"But if you ever wish to try again, you can use my kitchen."

[crab_rangoon]

"You didn't want me near the knives and I didn't want to wash dishes," he points out to Lark. "Hardly the same. But I know my strengths, boys. And they are not kitchen-based."

Try again? Bah! The first time was annoying enough.