Status: closed @wesleyevans
Location: Wes’ place
Bowie’s in their element. They’d never in a million years call themself a chef. And they never aspire to open up a restaurant or anything of the sort. That’s something they plan on leaving to the culinarily trained professionals, but they enjoy cooking for other people. It runs in their family, as if it runs in their very DNA and through their veins. It isn’t something they do very often, but it’s a simple way to show someone they care. And that’s how Bowie finds themself in Wes’ kitchen, in his home, too happy to have Ryan situated on their hip while they stand at the stove. Careful to keep him away from the heat rising off of the pot of jambalaya, Bowie stirs while dancing a little and bouncing the baby. Hearing footsteps approaching, they glance over at Wes, smiling at him. “The food almost done,” They say before looking at Ryan and cooing at the child. “Yeah the food’s almost done,” Their smile brightening as they look up at their friend again, voice returning to normal. “He’s gotten so big, Wes. Ryan not eatin’ table food yet, huh?” They ask. Everyone has their child on a different schedule, but Bowie makes sure to keep the spice to minimal just in case.