"I made, um, shepherd's pie. It's in the oven," Will said, gesturing towards the kitchen. He'd finished his game (for now) while Tuck was out of the room, and gone to warm up a bottle for Evie. Tuck would probably fine just sitting down and feeding her to be what he needed to do at the end of a fruitless search. Plus, he had food ready to heat up. Not that Will's cooking was on a level with Tuck's- it could be described as adequate- but mince and mashed potato was pretty easy, and then cover it with enough cheese and it'd be good enough to fill the stomach.