-Helena-
I was in the kitchen with Wylder. I knew he had work to do, but I had told him to come with me instead. He had really helped me tonight, and I really wanted to do something for him as well, but I almost gave the lone wolves who worked there a heart attack as I began to cook for Wylder. They had told me they could do it, but I said I wanted to because this was my way of thanking him. He watched me though with happy eyes and a little heated as I cooked for him. It seemed he had nothing against me cooking if it was just for him. I placed it in front of him when he was done, and after tasting one bite, he was exaggerating like crazy, making funny faces and sounds.
“Okay, it is good, not heaven,” I chuckled, knowing that while I was good at cooking I did not have Beth's talent. No on
