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She was quiet for a moment. "Because for them, it is, Sariel. That's all they know of you, and so it becomes you, in their eyes. They don't know...
"I'm sure she's an excellent cook," he continued. "She's just better at being a badass."
She rubbed his back slowly, her fingers brushing through his feathers and his hair comfortingly. "They just don't understand," she said quietly...
"No. She would use the ingredients to make potions, ignoring the cooking prompt."
She considered him for a moment before opening her arms uncertainly.
"I had to take a lot of classes when I was younger. I wasn't bad at cooking. Aubrey was, though."
She looked up at him, her brows furrowed. "You okay?" she asked, scooting over to make room.
Good work, Avice! Tuck looked over at her for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. "Are you a good cook?"
She sat on the bed, bringing her knees to her chest.
He beamed at her before beginning to make the pasta.
She was rifling through her drawers before pulling out a pair of striped pajamas. "Here. Put these on, okay?" she said, offering them to him.
"Definitely that," he agreed, rubbing her back. "I love you."
She folded back the bed for him to sleep, her brows furrowed.
He looked relieved, taking the package. "What would I do without you?"
"Uhhh, uhh... left."
"I can't choose that easily!"
She left, heading back to her room.
He looked panicked. "Right foot."
She exhaled slowly, looking slightly sheepish. "Okay. Sorry. Thanks, Zad."
"This is a very difficult decision, Av."
