Happy that the issue was resolved, at least for now, Cillian turned his attention to Jack. They kissed again. “Have you had dinner? I can make you something.”
“You had a long day.”
“I know, but it makes me happy.”
“Okay. Nothing too difficult, though.”
Cillian decided on a simple stir fry of vegetables and tofu, with rice. All the meat could be found in vacuum-packed bags, and it was already a year old. Though they still planned to eat it, fresh food seemed like a better call.
He started the rice cooker. Quietly, he chopped onions and peppers. The block of tofu came next, and he sliced it into little cubes. A bottle of General Tso’s sauce would act as the primary flavor. As he began heating up the ingredients, he watched as they turned into rocks and snakes. Gritting his teeth, he sti
