@babyitsmagic
lyle doesn’t know why he’s nervous. he shouldn’t be nervous. he cooks for people all the time. it’s literally his job. but it always feels like something so much than that when he’s cooking for people in his life and not just the audience. he takes another taste of the sauce and he bites his lip as he tries to figure out what exactly it could be missing. he almost misses the doorbell as he’s examining the spice cabinet and he wipes his hands on the towel he keeps hooked in his apron. he grins widely as he opens the door. “hi, hi, come on in.”











