Merton being good in a kitchen was debatable. It was true that when his experiments succeeded, they were actually very good. But it was equally true that he was just as likely, if not more, to set something on fire, ruin perfectly good cookware, or create something that bubbled menacingly, as if it might explode at any moment.
But he did like to try, and Gideon and Heath both knew enough to frequently hover with fire extinguishing spells.
He had recently murdered a pot though, so he was taking the day off and wheedling Gideon to get them takeaway. Which Merton could get himself perfectly well, but wasn't going to. Since takeaway tasted better when Gideon got it, he insisted.
He was currently lounged on the sofa, watching telly. Which wasn't unpredictable. He heard the door and waited to see if anyone else was going to get it, and then rolled to his feet, padding over barefoot to pull the door open, grinning when he saw Orsino. "You should just come in and not bother knocking," he said by way of greeting.