RJ began to walk towards the kitchen, but turned on his heel and started walking backwards when he heard Mackās offer. āHey, if you wanna help, far be it from me to stop you,ā he smiled, leaving it open for Mack to help if he felt like it. Turning again, he carried on into the kitchen, and began to pull things out of the cupboards that heād need: the pasta, some mincemeat to turn into balls, and the things to make the sauce. āNot allergic to anything, are you?ā he called, wanting to be sure that he wasnāt going to inadvertently kill the older boy.
Mack followed RJ into the kitchen.Ā āIām not the best cook but I think I should be able help you out without ruining it.ā The elder ran a hand through his hair while looking around a little, pursing his lips.Ā āYou will have to tell me what to do though.. so I am helpful and dont do things that interrupt you or so?ā He leaned against the counter, arms crossed in front of his chest.Ā āI am not allergic to anything, no.ā He laughed softly.Ā āWell.. not to any kind of food, I have the hayfever, you know?ā Mack poked his nose, shrugging his shoulders.Ā āAre you allergic to anything?ā
