Preference: Cooking
Vladimir: The first time Vladimir cooked for you was after a big fight resulting in you kicking him out. You figured that had been it, that he was gone, so imagine your shock when you woke up to a pounding on the door at three am. The Russian was standing there with a pile of tuperware in his hands. (Since when did vladimir own something as domesticated as Tupperware?) He didn’t wait to get invited in just pushed past you. You stood watching as he grabbed two forks from the kitchen leaving the food he brought on your table. “I’m not letting you dump me before I at least show you my favorite foods.” He had said taking a seat and holding a fork out to you. You thought the request was odd but took the fork from him anyway. By the end of the night you were both laughing and kissing eating food off each other’s fingers. From then on any time the two of you fought Vladimir would cook you his favorite foods.
Anatoly: It didn’t matter what time Anatoly got home he would always cook himself (and you if you were awake) a five star meal. When you asked him why, he told you it was because he knew what it was like to not have food to cook. Tho part of you belived he did it because he enjoyed cutting and burning things after a long day of work. You had never been able to cook well at all, and never had any interest in learning. That didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy watching him work though, just like everything else he did there was an air of attractiveness about it. You would tease him most nights, saying that if being a mobster didn’t work out at least he had cooking to fall back on. When the food was finally done the two of you would pile it onto paper plates and curl up on your bed to watch TV together. Most nights the food would be forgotten before you could finish in favor of more physical activities.
Foggy: You owned a bakery, which is part of the reason Foggy liked you so much. You had no problem with that, it gave you an excuse to take your work home with you. On weekends after you had closed your shop and foggy had given up on his paper work the two of you would be in the kitchen. The food you made on the weekend was hardly ever edible due to the fact that, that was your experimental day. You would throw together all diffrent kinds of deserts in hope that one would come together in a perfect clash of flavors. It was actually on one of these nights that you and Foggy invented your best selling cupcake. The nights were hardly ever taken seriously though. Usually resulting in food fights or falling into bed covered with flour