It had been a long time since Asher had been given free reign of any kitchen, let alone one at camp Godspeed. The fact that they had people around to cook meals for them, it made getting time to cook your own meal a little difficult, and a little moot. Still, there was something therapeutic for Asher when he was in the kitchen. It was one of the few times he truly had to bond with his mother, in the kitchen on a Monday or Wednesday night, whipping some some home cooked meal while they rehashed their day. While he didn’t have his favorite sous chef their to keep him company, he’d hoped to at least find some company to spend the evening with. It was why he’d asked Jordan to meet him down there. Not to cook per se, but to talk to him while he did, maybe help share a meal.
He’d spent the last hour or so in his little corner of the kitchen when everyone had left, making the finishing touches on his mother’s famous spaghetti and meat sauce. Light brown hues shifted to the door when he saw the familiar face walk in. “Jords!” he smirked, eyes visibly brightening. “Come here and taste this for me,” he grinned, sucking the bit of his sauce from his finger.
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