He looks up, "Yeah Kitten?" He takes a bite and I swear he growls in satisfaction. Looking down the table, I see a bright blue streak of hair. Ash pokes the side of my face before handing me a plate of bread. It still amazes me that they get to eat like this every single night. Tonight Tristan made a three meat lasagna with garlic bread and a house salad. Once everyone is seated the food dishes get passed around. He probably just wanted me out of the kitchen so I didn't devour half the salad before it was brought out. I grab the plates and silverware and go set the table like he asked. Did he.just say that? I shake off my shock at his words. I nearly choke on the cherry tomato I just stole. "God you are adorable, go set the table before I kiss that little heart shaped face off." "I can make grilled cheese." I smile up at him. If I don't want to someone else will and trust me, you do not want that to happen. Tristan swats my hand before replying, “Because I like cooking. "Why are you always the one that cooks?" I ask while stealing a piece of cucumber he just sliced for the salad. Later that night, I'm in the kitchen trying to stay out of Tristan's way. "If you teach me to drive this then I think you might be my favorite giant ever." "Yeah, we're gonna get along just fine Kitten, just fine." I built it from scratch." He wraps a large arm around my shoulder. I turn and look him in the eyes with a smile of my own on my face, "That's why they made helmets." "And what if you fell off it?" I can hear the smile in his voice now.
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