[That much is true. Crow's not exactly a gourmand, but he can cook what's familiar. Of course he's trying to improve and branch out now, but he's not going to actually bring that up in case it looks like he's trying too hard. It's just... As much as he loves being able to be as lazy as he wants, he's keenly aware he's not really doing anything to pay Rean back for risking so much to chase him down and save him from himself, over and over. So if he can't do anything but play housewifemaid, he'll just have to get better at it until it's adequate, without ever letting on that he's making an effort.
He's also trying not to let on that Rean is too fuckin close. That warmth at his back sends blood rushing to Crow's face (and elsewhere), but he hides the reaction by laughing maybe a little louder than necessary. Which is how he's been handling these things in general. The closer Rean gets, the more Crow wants to lean into it, and the harder he has to deflect. This time, by playfully elbowing Rean in the ribs as he laughs, and turning to get dishes out of the cabinet.]
Don't fall in the pot, now. I'm not eating "Rean bisque" for dinner. That's just gross.
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[That much is true. Crow's not exactly a gourmand, but he can cook what's familiar. Of course he's trying to improve and branch out now, but he's not going to actually bring that up in case it looks like he's trying too hard. It's just... As much as he loves being able to be as lazy as he wants, he's keenly aware he's not really doing anything to pay Rean back for risking so much to chase him down and save him from himself, over and over. So if he can't do anything but play house
wifemaid, he'll just have to get better at it until it's adequate, without ever letting on that he's making an effort.He's also trying not to let on that Rean is too fuckin close. That warmth at his back sends blood rushing to Crow's face (and elsewhere), but he hides the reaction by laughing maybe a little louder than necessary. Which is how he's been handling these things in general. The closer Rean gets, the more Crow wants to lean into it, and the harder he has to deflect. This time, by playfully elbowing Rean in the ribs as he laughs, and turning to get dishes out of the cabinet.]
Don't fall in the pot, now. I'm not eating "Rean bisque" for dinner. That's just gross.