"Are you feeling any better?" Damian asked, his voice deep and steady.
"I am feeling better," Lucien looked up at Damian. "Have you had dinner yet?"
"Not yet." Damian placed his glass of water on the table, then turned to look at Lucien. "Could you cook something?"
Lucien let out a laugh. "Do you think I am good at cooking?"
"No. But I know you rummaged through my kitchen this afternoon," Damian said, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. "I ordered breakfast for you, but you went and took the beef and vegetables out of the refrigerator instead."
Lucien blinked. "You saw that?"
"I have a camera in the kitchen," Damian replied nonchalantly, then sat down on the chair opposite him. "Just kidding. I only guessed. My refrigerator did not have any beef in it, so you must have gone out to buy some."
Lucien looked at Damian, then shook his head with a smile. "Then I will cook tonight. But do not expect it to be delicious."
