Elias laconic nature kept him quiet as he worked on dinner. Given that there were three of them now, he pulled out another chicken breast from the package he just purchased and trimmed it neatly before seasoning and arranging it on the grill pan. The broiler was about ready. He started the timer and left the chicken to its cooking. But he did not stop listening to the two standing by the doorway. And he did not interfere.
The knife and cutting board went in the sink -- gently. And as quietly, he turned the faucet on and washed his hands. As soon as the essentials were done, he gave Charlie a measuring look from across the kitchen passthrough. She didn't seem to notice -- but then, she was focused on other things, wasn't she. Elias' initial thought was a good, dry pinot grigio for dinner -- but looking at Charlie changed his mind. He reached into the fridge, grabbed three bottles of Blue Moon, and removed their caps. Without saying a word, he handled Charlie and Dov each their own bottle, then drank from his as he headed back to the kitchen.
Salad next. He pulled out a clean cutting board, set it on the opposite side of the sink, rinsed the romaine, and started working on that.