There were rules and whims that governed every human. As a wendigo, Wendy had cared little for those, but as a human, he had to learn them. Especially when it came to Blake. Learning how to read Blake's moods had been an important lesson for Wendy, though he was never sure how done he was with that lesson. But Wendy did know that Blake did not like being jumped as soon as he got home. So Wendy waited.
He wanted something from Blake. He had to be patient.
Wendy jumped up when Blake addressed him. "I cleaned," he said, "and I made dinner." The former, Wendy did enough of (though rarely this zealously), the latter, he did never. The white-haired boy donned two overly large pink oven mitts and retrieved the pot pie from the oven. "It has been done for half an hour, I just kept in the oven to keep it warm."
He put the pie on the table and looked at Blake. "I wish to go to the dance."