"I might, actually." Will glanced towards the bathroom, and then he gestured to the plastic bag of meat on the table that he'd been about to put in the fridge. "There. Moose steaks. Was kinda hoping you could do something with it," he said. "A culinary challenge. Much suggested curry, but I dunno, not my department. We ate some over a fire, which was... nostalgic." He shrugged, and leaned in for another kiss. "Should I get clean before I tell you all about it?"