Scorpius had wrinkled his nose at the cottage. Really, his mother was a trip. But it was nice enough... just small. He could survive it if he really tried. Or so Draco had told him. But one thing that had hit him hard was the fact that he had drunk the town dry on their honeymoon, and his parents had not been pleased. So in an effort to not be a complete sop, he laid off the booze for the last couple days of the honeymoon.
And he was actually plain sober when he was in the kitchen on their first day, rummaging around in the cupboards looking for food. There was food, of course. But most of it had to be cooked to be edible. He had pulled out a container of chicken breasts from the fridge, and looked at it thoughtfully. He could always grill it. That was easy, right? And he could cook. He just never did so.
When Lily walked in, and actually walked towards him, he was a bit puzzled. "Uh, hi," he said, and lifted the chicken. "The house elves are being discreet. You want chicken for dinner? You'd better because that's what I'm making.