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Erebos (the__dark__one) wrote in paxletalelogs,

With a nod that signified he heard the boy, Elias pulled out the salmon in its thick white paper and set it on the bottom shelf of the fridge. He would cook it later tonight, once he came home and after Dov was out of the apartment. The odor of its grilling was potent and not truly as pleasant as one would prefer. Once cooked, he intended on letting it cool in the fridge and then using it for salads later. The rest of the groceries, he left in their sacks for now.

From the top shelf above the plates, Elias pulled down a cutting board and set it on the countertop by the sink. The chicken went straight into the clean, empty sink and he started the hot water running. Pots went on the cool burners next, and he turned those on to their proper temperature as well.

Dov was trying to ask him about his day. Elias smiled when his back was turned and the boy couldn't see it. It was... endearing. No one had asked him about his day in years. "Productive," he said by way of answer. "No slow-downs, no unforeseen difficulties. All in all, a good day."

Washing his hands first, he started cutting the chicken breast out of its plastic wrapped Styrofoam packaging. "I called the director for Midnight on Wheels," he said, glancing up at Dov as he worked. "They're expecting you tonight around 10:30 to start prep work for the kitchen. Deborah Mize will be showing you the ropes. She's a nice older lady, but don't mention cats to her. She won't stop talking about hers. Grilled or fried?"

Elias set the chicken breasts singly on the cutting board and started working the slivers of fat off them with his knife.

He couldn't deny that this night felt a touch surreal. He was cooking dinner for someone else. For someone he'd just met. It felt... very odd. At the same time, the hesitation he knew he should have felt was strangely silent and still. He had no compunction against doing what he could for Dov. In fact, strange as it felt, it also felt like the most natural thing in the world. As if it were a foregone conclusion that he would be cutting chicken breast for two tonight. Elias frowned at the black handle on his stainless steel knife.