04-08-2019, 02:33 PM
The other girls came and went but Amaya kept him company. He liked that, someone was at least there to talk to though he wasn't being the best host. So rude, little brother.
He was grateful for the offer to help. "You can make a tossed salad? Cut the veggies up?" the dressing was part of what Nox was making, more like a gravy but it went excellent on raw veggies as a dressing as well as on the chicken. He had learned a few things from Christian while living with a trained chef. Funny how Christian seemed to know how to do everything but clean the house. Though from what he understood Christian didn't handle the finances, that was an accountants job. Made sense with a buttload of cash like Dorian had. One good thing to come from that epic failure.
But Nox focused on the good and hoped he hadn't made too much food. There was no fridge to store leftovers in. He'd have to buy one for the rooms upstairs to at least share cold drinks. He wasn't exactly going to be able to keep it. It wasn't like pots and pans and definitely didn't fit into a backpack. He could shove a lot of things inside them, but there were limits. His crossbow, guns and knives were neatly shoved under his bed when he unpacked the camping gear. He wasn't worried about someone finding them, but weapons out in the open usually meant danger, and right now there was little danger.
The room smelled great and the lack of smoke made Nox smile, smelling like smoke was not his favorite thing in the world. If he'd had an oven there would have been roasted vegetables instead of a salad, but the salad was easier and Nox wasn't sure how to make an oven to do that, heating a pan was easy. Chicken in a creamy garlic lemon sauce and a tossed salad with bread on the side. It was a day old so Nox toasted it to the best of his ability. He couldn't bake bread - baking was never his thing.
"Food's on." And just on cue his stomach rumbled.
He was grateful for the offer to help. "You can make a tossed salad? Cut the veggies up?" the dressing was part of what Nox was making, more like a gravy but it went excellent on raw veggies as a dressing as well as on the chicken. He had learned a few things from Christian while living with a trained chef. Funny how Christian seemed to know how to do everything but clean the house. Though from what he understood Christian didn't handle the finances, that was an accountants job. Made sense with a buttload of cash like Dorian had. One good thing to come from that epic failure.
But Nox focused on the good and hoped he hadn't made too much food. There was no fridge to store leftovers in. He'd have to buy one for the rooms upstairs to at least share cold drinks. He wasn't exactly going to be able to keep it. It wasn't like pots and pans and definitely didn't fit into a backpack. He could shove a lot of things inside them, but there were limits. His crossbow, guns and knives were neatly shoved under his bed when he unpacked the camping gear. He wasn't worried about someone finding them, but weapons out in the open usually meant danger, and right now there was little danger.
The room smelled great and the lack of smoke made Nox smile, smelling like smoke was not his favorite thing in the world. If he'd had an oven there would have been roasted vegetables instead of a salad, but the salad was easier and Nox wasn't sure how to make an oven to do that, heating a pan was easy. Chicken in a creamy garlic lemon sauce and a tossed salad with bread on the side. It was a day old so Nox toasted it to the best of his ability. He couldn't bake bread - baking was never his thing.
"Food's on." And just on cue his stomach rumbled.
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