Owen snorted. "Hey, if he got himself a threesome, he can share his kitchen. His ego'll be just fine, thank you very much." He shook his head and picked up his steak knife and fork to start eating. "I'm not terribly adept at baking, though. That's some science shit right there. And to be frank, I don't mind an apron if I'm grilling. No, that's a lie. I'm not much of an apron man at all. I'll leave that stuff to Jack."