Renlo was the type who looked for any reason to cook, breakfast, brunch, lunch, late lunch, and so on. It was insane. The kitchen hadn't seen that much use in months, not until Renlo arrived.
And it didn't help that he always called Malakai every single time he cooked. Malakai had shot him his usual glare, but it was slowly losing its effect. Renlo was getting comfortable.
Malakai shook his head. "Just a few minutes."
"Yes! Come with me, Ninth Vein. You won't regret it!"
Malakai followed Renlo to the kitchen, which was large enough to have a center table big enough for several people to sit around.
He glanced around and frowned. "You're cleaning this up."
The place was a mess, open spice jars littered the counters, flour dusted the floor, pots stacked on each other in the sink, and oil-stained towels were hanging over the chairs.
Renlo scratched his head and cleared his throat. "I was just about to get to it. Don't worry, I'll make it spotless."
