Neville pressed the back of his hand against his forehead, wiping away a thin sheen of sweat as he looked at his work.
The potatoes had been boiled and mashed until creamy, layered with seasoned ground beef, and topped with a generous helping of melted cheese. Now, it sat inside the heating unit that functioned like an oven, back from Earth. The timer displayed twenty minutes remaining.
At least baking requires minimal knife work. Given the current... situation, Neville wasn't really confident in his ability to handle sharp objects without incident.
Am I getting carried away too easily? Neville thought, acutely aware of the arms wrapped around his waist.
Stupid. So stupid.
The dirty dishes piled in the sink caught his attention. Mixing bowls, cutting boards, various utensils, all piled up since 'yesterday'.
Neville immediately trotted over to clean it up as an excuse. He deliberately ignored Grayson's grip tightening for a moment before loosening.
