I spend all day in the kitchen. Dacious drops me off some cheese pizza for lunch and I chase him out. Lobster is interesting. I try to boil it, but the taste testers seem to like it steamed better. So, I do that. Dinner is finally ready at 8pm. I'm proud of myself. I made an amazing dinner.
"Damn, babygirl. You..."
I turn around and jump on Cyrus. "You're here."
"I'm here. Drogon and Conner have a s**t ton of paperwork to do and reports to go over. Mike stayed to help them. Monte and I came up here. We'll take you home soon."
"I was worried about you."
"I know. We were worried about you too."
"Holy shit." Chris is standing in the doorway looking around. "You went above and beyond the normal above and beyond. And we're going to have to plate it here. It's not going to fit on the table
