Zach gave a chuckle at that. "Yes, that bit I know." Obviously. He had had a bit of catching up to do in that department, but he had finally made it. "That wasn't what I was asking, Ced." Zach shook his head, mock disappointed in having to explain it. His smile widened a bit at the kiss, and then he resumed shaking his head, forlorn.
"Sandwiches. Raw ingredients, stacked, between two slices of bread. I think we should be safe, unless you'd prefer to buy something." He wasn't that bad a cook...