Mikko smiled when he heard his lover's voice through the walls. "Your pickled what?" he called back. "You should rather come in here, dinner's ready in a minute."
He shook his head, grinning, while he carried plates and cutlery to the kitchen table and set it up. When everything was ready; the steaming pot placed in the middle of the table, he stepped back to admire his work. It looked delicious if he had to say so himself. Still, he was a bit nervous. He had no idea what kinds of food Severus liked, and he could only that this self-invented dish would be a hit.