"Chop. Cook. Done." It was a little more than that, but that was the gist of it. Still, he sort of appreciated being an expert at something that was caring and not just something that people could demand of him.

Not that people did.

"You should make me pudding sometime," he said, and leaned over to open his mouth for the offering. It felt silly, when they were both eating out of the same dish. But it made Steve happy--and Kavinsky cared about that, even if he didn't want to.