Kaz listens, nodding where needed, locking away what he’s told in his mental vault. The hardest part sounds like the pasta making, but he’s not at all surprised that Adonis is having them make it from scratch. “Yeah, that’s fine. You know though that pasta comes in boxes, right? It’s not even expensive,” he jokes, knowing full well the likely response he’ll get to that suggestion. He wonders what Adonis would say to the even more illuminating fact that Kaz has eaten dried pasta right out of the box, not even cooked or with a sauce. Nina claimed to seriously doubt his judgment in all of life after that.
It tasted fine to him.
As a show of infinite trust, Kaz reaches out, his cane extended towards Piper. “Lean that against the island for me?” he requests. He needs both hands free, and better to prop the cane up and out of the way where she’s sitting than at the cooking counter where he and Adonis will be going back and forth. He can manage without it for short periods of time, especially since he won’t be doing much walking. Just to and from the pantry, he figures.
He doesn’t wash his hands, not while wearing gloves, but he does use sanitizer on them. “Don’t expect me to call you chef,” he warns Adonis while reaching for a measuring cup. “We’re starting with the pasta?”
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It tasted fine to him.
As a show of infinite trust, Kaz reaches out, his cane extended towards Piper. “Lean that against the island for me?” he requests. He needs both hands free, and better to prop the cane up and out of the way where she’s sitting than at the cooking counter where he and Adonis will be going back and forth. He can manage without it for short periods of time, especially since he won’t be doing much walking. Just to and from the pantry, he figures.
He doesn’t wash his hands, not while wearing gloves, but he does use sanitizer on them. “Don’t expect me to call you chef,” he warns Adonis while reaching for a measuring cup. “We’re starting with the pasta?”