Asher
Liam wasn't in when I got back. I went about preparing myself, first a light pb&J sandwich, and then when I spotted the fresh pack of frozen wings in the refrigerator, a hearty meal of chicken and potatoes. I wasn't that good of a cook, but my food was edible. I knew that much.
Liam didn't know much about cooking either and usually ate takeouts so the chicken breast in the fridge was surprising.
The food was ready by the time he got back. He called out to me as he entered and I answered from the kitchen.
“Ooh, you're cooking today. That's so hot,” Liam squealed as he spotted me in my boxer briefs.
I chuckled in response, “I'm done. Hope you like fondant potatoes.”
“Fondant potatoes? Don't tell me you're going all fancy on me?!” Liam squealed again. He'd bought some chocolat
