The smell of cooking had carried it’s way through the door outside, and so Jonas knew Levi was home before he even stepped inside. Though the door would have more than enough to alert him, or any of his pack, but Jonas had still meant to announce himself, but too late when already Levi cursed and whirled around, knife held out in defense. Jonas tracked the blade, head following the path Levi waved it.
“Sorry,” Jonas said, glancing back over his shoulder. “It was unlocked.” The suggestion of Mario Kart made him tip his head, consideration flashing with widened eyes, before he shook his head just as quickly.
“I brought this for you,” Jonas said, fishing into his back pocket for the odd mushroom he’d come across. He’d wrapped it between the pages of a free local newspaper, carefully rolled in between the paper to keep it safe. Unfurled, it sat alone in the center, still dented, and impressioned with a delicate row of needlepoint holes, but intact. He couldn’t guess it’s purpose, but Jonas had seen Levi gathering it before, and recognized the smell.
“Took the largest, left the rest to seed,” Jonas said, plucking it from the newspaper, and holding the mushroom out for Levi to take from him. The newspaper he crumpled in one hand, turning away to toss it into the trash, and then bent to gather up the scraps that had missed their mark. Picking out the bits of fat to pop those into his mouth, he brushed the rest into the garbage before circling back over to Levi, and the stove. “What are you cooking?” Jonas asked, inclining his head curiously towards the simmering food.
“Huh. That’s my bad. Still--“ He cocks an eyebrow. “Knock next time. Never know what I get up to in here.“
Yikes. That word choice. Levi's hoping it doesn’t come off slicker than he intended. He’s referring mostly to magic and his occasional lack of pants, not anything more or less (he’s chill that way). He doesn’t bring men home after all. His taste in them usually proves to be shit, so he’d rather not give them a way of figuring where to track him after shit hits the proverbial fan.
Levi quiets at the gift. There’s just something genuinely raw about Jonas. An authenticity that’s sometimes crude, but there’s a charm in dealing with a guy who presents himself as ‘what you see, what you get.’ It makes the mushroom wrapped in old paper all the more of a punch to his jaded heart.
“These are a bitch to find.” He inspects the gift, smile so wide it shows his gums. “You did good.” He knows what the wolf likes by now--reached up to drag his nails behind Jonas’ right ear, a good, fond and thorough scratch before stepping back to tip his head at the pot.
“You ever try Egyptian food?“
