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[ Hunter hesitates too, then, before touching it with the utmost care. What a precious object. He carefully lifts the lid just to peek, then closes it again, holding it back out to Casey. ]

It's a good thank you present. Having a piece of your family here with you.

[Casey draws it back gratefully - it's so silly, Hunter would never break it, but it feels so fragile in his hands and the wound of loss has been made fresh again through its presence - and opens it up, beginning to flip through the recipes to find the one he'd intended to make tomorrow.]

Yeah... I was really touched. Master Michelangelo used to say that after we saved the world and we could make real food again, he'd make them all for me, and teach me how to cook.

[ Hunter leans in a bit to look at it. What are they making? ]

Oh ... I guess you'll have to make them for him, instead.

That's the plan. Everyone said he was an amazing cook, though... it'll take a while before I can be even half as good.

[He draws out one of the earliest recipes, a potato-pepper-sausage bake that requires only ingredients, spices, and the oven, which makes it easy to make for tired people in a temporarily-busted kitchen.]

Well - I mean - my taste is pretty bad, so anything you make will be amazing!

[ Is that actually a compliment Hunter,

Anyway, he moves to get some ingredients out of the cabinets. ]

[IS IT, HUNTER...

Casey takes the fridge, pulling out the meat and veggies, finding a clean spot of counter (away from the egg mess and the foam) to start slicing and prepping.]

That just means I'll have to find a better taste-tester. Maybe Leo would like some leftovers.

[ Hunter watches, fascinated by the thought of cooking as he always is. It's basically magic to him. ]

--Oh! Right! I heard he's getting his arm back. Bet he'd love a snack to go with it.

Yeah! Well, a prosthetic, anyway... surgery was a few days ago, so he'll be in recovery mode for a while. I'll have to ask Peter or Mom when I can bring him something to eat.

[Rue's probably got that under control whenever Peter isn't cooking, but surely there'll be a day where they could both use a break. And maybe one of Mikey's recipes will cheer him up.]

I can't believe it's finally done. Donnie's been working on it since right after Leo lost it.

Well that still counts. I've seen a lot of cool prosthetics in the Isles.

[ But also reasonable that Leo may need time to recover. ]

... Has it been a couple of months for him too?

Let's see... it happened in November, [easy to remember since it was his birTHDAY-] so it's been almost four months now.

..........

FOUR MONTHS!?

[Casey jumps a bit.]

W-well, yeah! Designing a functional full-sized arm is way more work than building a bird model! And Donnie's a huge perfectionist!

[ Oops sorry. Hunter calms back down. ]

N-no, I mean - that's really fast. I didnt' realize it had been that long already.

...Oh.

[Yeah he kind of has a different idea about what counts as a sensible amount of time for a project... thanks, Uncle Tello. That one's on you.]

I... kind of learned my work ethic from Donnie. Future Donnie.

[Which is why Donnie's basically been doing nothing except work on the arm for months, now. Imagine Casey's overtime and then double or triple it.]

...

[ Yeah that suddenly explains so much. ]

I'm - I'm glad you finished it quickly. But you really do need to rest. As soon as this is fully done. You overdid it a little.

[Sorry Hunter your boyfriend is a workaholic.

He finishes chopping up the first set of vegetables, sliding them onto a baking tray.]

I will! I promise. And I told Mom I would. I'm gonna sleep soooo much.

[ Hunter snags the tray, then, and moves to season them. Helping!! ]

I can stay with you! We can do the - um - the human tradition of bed breakfast!

[Very helpful! Casey's watching him to make sure the right spices and amounts go on, while he untangles the sausages. (The spices are the most important part! Gotta get the flavour right, in Uncle Mikey's honour.)]

That might actually be a tradition you know and I don't.

[Hadn't Rue mentioned something like that at one point? He'd gotten distracted and forgot to ask.]

[ Hunter can be directed, at least, so this should come out reasonably well. ]

I've - uh - read about it. Yeah. You get a tray with juice and eggs and bacon on it. Humans even have whole hotels devoted to just bed breakfast.

Huh... I guess that makes sense. I do really like breakfast. And bacon.

[Now that he's eating real food, it's one of the best meals of the day!]

Okay! Then after the ritual's all done, we'll have bed breakfast.

Good. I'll study up and make sure it's perfect.

[ There's a little pause - Hunter overthinking this next bit for just a moment - before he leans over to peck Casey on the cheek. ]

[Casey beams immediately, tilting a bit into it, so if Hunter's looking for confirmation of it being a good call, there's that.]

Oh, here's a trick I've learned that might help. [He arranges the meat on the tray, washes his hands quickly, and grabs a little metal timer magnet off the fridge.] It's a cooking timer! You can set it for however long you want, and it'll buzz to remind you to check the food. So it won't burn!

[ Good. He's still learning how to do this casual affection thing.

Anyway, he shifts back a bit to watch Casey work his magic. ]

Oh. That ... makes a lot of sense. Better than me walking off and leaving the eggs.

[He's doing good! And as someone who grew up on casual affection, Casey's happy to continue demonstrating how great it is.

He adds a few more spices and a drizzle of oil, mixing it all up, then slides it into the oven. (It really is a simple recipe, perfectly suited for newbies.) Then he sets the timer for half an hour, and steps back.]

And there we go! Dinner, coming right up. Should be done by the time we finish cleaning up.

[A much less fun job, but the stovetop needs saving if they ever want eggs again.]

[ That poor, poor tabletop. Hunter moves to fetch ... uh ... multiple sponges, to start with. ]

That ... really was a lot easier than I thought? That was even easier than eggs.

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