Alright!" Nyx spouted off. "You cook." He shimmied to a bar stool at the island of the kitchen. "Master chef, what is it you are going to make for me?" Leaning some Nyx yawned some.
"Well, to be fair.." He thought for a moment. "I'm just use to doing all the... doing things." Nyx shrugged some. "You just grow use to it, honestly."