Jason frowned a little. "Pretty sure her job is to cook food. If she's never shown that it bothers her before, why would it bother her if you ask? I mean, it'd piss me off if I got asked every day, but like once a week or something probably isn't gonna kill her. Maybe she could just add it to the normal menu? That'd be cool. I'd eat that."
Honestly, if it was food he'd eat it.
"Shouldn't have what?" he asked, lifting his eyes to look at her. "Asked? Nah, it's okay Abs, you were curious." He offered her a small smile. "It's how things go. I mean, I asked you about yours and you told me so fair's fair, right? Besides, I woke up three days later in hospital, disowned by my parents and like, almost all my siblings, and then shipped to a youth facility." He shrugged. "Learned pretty quick that your friends and family'll blame you for something out of your control if that something turns out to be that you're a super with the ability to blow shit up and punch a hole in a dude with like, lightning."
He grimaced a little but now he'd dwelled on the memory, he was remarkably upbeat. Thankfully, he still had Mike, even if he'd not known that for a long time. He'd spotted her hand move out and appreciated the aborted gesture all the same.
"It's fine, seriously. You look like you're about to have a coronary."