"Hey!" Gabe protested, looking heartily offended. "I can cook just fine. Long as it involves pasta and readymade cheese sauce." Yeah, ok, Gabe cooked like a bachelor. He couldn't help it.
Abbie giggled, kicking him gently under the table. "Daddy, the last time you made soup, you burnt it," she pointed out, reaching for another slice of garlic bread. She grinned happily at Naya, approving of her dad's girlfriend already. She made him smile, more than he had in far too long.
"Are you going to live here and cook every night?" She asked, innocently. "Because then Dad wouldn't have to cook ever again, and we wouldn't have crunchy pasta and squishy vegetables ever ever again." Abbie clearly approved of this idea.