Both of them made their way into the living area and into the kitchen. Dylan pulled out a chair and sat down casually, watching as Sebastian moved around with ease, opening the fridge, taking out ingredients, and setting things up with practiced familiarity.
"And what are you trying to make?" Dylan asked, his eyes following Sebastian's every movement with quiet curiosity.
"I'm not trying, I'm going to make a seafood boil. You aren't allergic to sea foods, right?"
"So…you suddenly just know how to make that at home and also just happen to have the ingredients at home. Who are you, Seb?" Dylan asked, his face filled with genuine awe. For someone who had never cared about cooking, it was surprisingly impressive.
But Sebastian answered, "I love cooking, one way to relieve stress. And secondly, I've been craving it so I got the ingredients."
"I see." Dylan said.
