Octavia rolled her shoulders, and pressed back against him. She wasn't sure what she'd done to deserve him. He was a complete opposite of Lincoln. He looked a lot like Murphy. It was all so weird to think about, so she didn't think about it much. She just accepted it, and remembered to be thankful for him in her life.
"Not much," she answered his question. "Just thinking about what to have you make for dinner tonight." He was teaching her to cook, and she was doing all right with it, but it was in everyone's best interest for him to cook their actual meals.