WHO: Friar Tuck and Will Scarlet WHEN: Wednesday evening WHERE: Parsonage WHAT: Cuteness but then a conversation about drugs, but you know...a good one! WARNINGS: ???
Since being shot in September, Tuck hadn't set foot in his kitchen to do anything other than watch someone else cook. He'd been through several surgeries since then, and while his ankle was steal healing, most of the rest of him was doing pretty well most of the time, these days. And on Wednesday he had felt an almost desperate need to cook something. To feel more like his old self than he had in months.
While Will was at work, Tuck had spent the entire day in his kitchen. He had baked a gorgeous loaf of sourdough from scratch, and getting flour all over himself in the process. Then he had slow-baked a honeyed ham, with glaze he made himself. He roasted duck fat potatoes and rosemary, and seared some delicious asparagus. By the time Will came home, it was to a familiar and welcome sight as Tuck put the last ingredients together for a crisp salad, and he whisked his own dressing up in a bowl.
Will had taken such good care of him for months, doting on him and at times having to rein him in when he'd been a terrible patient. Now Tuck wanted to do at least something to take care of Will right back.