"honey, I'm home!"
"Good! Come here and help me find the big soup spoon!" He called from the kitchen where he was stirring the almost ready soup. He wasn’t technically allowed to cook, but then again Marco wasn’t exactly his mother so if Jean wanted to he was damn going to at least try. Though it did end like predicted - with three burns, a cut finger and a broken bowl.
"I have no idea where you stuffed it, I searched everywhere." He complained as he heard Marco enter the kitchen. He turned to him and smiled, waiting for the other to come closer so he could greet him with a soft touch. Though he probably, no, certainly, made a mess of the kitchen and himself, the soup smelled good and the taste wasn’t bad either as far as he was concerned. And to be honest, Jean was kind of proud of himself.