Page 9 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

“Why?” River asks, wrinkling his nose in the most adorable way.

“Can I make dinner?”

Evander shrugs, “Sure, I don’t know if we have anything in, but you’re welcome to have a look.”

“Awesome,” I reply, heading straight there.

“Do you want some help?” Ransom asks.

I glance up at him, “If you have the ingredients I need then there isn’t really much that you can do to help. It’s a really simple recipe but I would never say no to the company.”

“I can do company,” Ransom says.

Everyone disperses to do their own thing, and I’m pretty sure I can guess where a couple of them are going. Van will be going to recharge his magic, probably in a pool or something that the guys have neglected to tell me exists again. I really need to get them to give me a tour or a map or something. I have no idea where everything is. It’s not the guys fault, we haven’t really stopped properly since I arrived.

Raiden and I’m going to guess maybe Reed, Doc, and Griff will be in the library looking up all things to do with kelpies, no doubt. That just leaves River, my wondering question is answered when Ransom and I enter the kitchen and River ambles in after us and sits on the big counter that splits the dining area from the kitchen side.

Ransom shakes his head, “You really shouldn’t sit on the counters.”

River smirks and I can tell that this is a conversation that happens regularly. While they both argue and my smile gets bigger as I get more amused, I search through all the kitchen cupboards and the guys fridge to find the ingredients to make my awesome pasta dish. I find almost all of the ones that I need, and the ingredients that I don’t have I can compensate with other ingredients.

At least, I think I can.

To be honest, I don’t really know what I’m doing. I have a vague idea, and I just throw stuff in the pot until it tastes good. That’s why this dish is called My Awesome Pasta and not chicken pasta or something. The ingredients change every time I make it.

As I’m pulling out the noodles, I realize that I am going to have to make considerably more than I usually do when I make it just for me.

“Guys,” I start, interrupting their ongoing argument about the benefits of sitting on the kitchen countertop. They both turn to look at me, and I ask, as I shake the box of bowtie noodles that I’m holding, “Have you guys got any more noodles, or is this it?”

River nods and hops off the counter, “Erm yeah, I think we have some more in here,” he rummages around a cupboard that I hadn’t even realized existed because it blended in seamlessly and doesn’t have a visible handle. “We’ve got this but it’s the twisty kind?”

I shrug, “Yeah, that will do. It doesn’t really matter if the noodle shapes don’t match.”

“What exactly are you making?” Ransom asks curiously, as he side-eyes River who sits back on the counter where he was originally and smirks at him.

“I call it My Awesome Pasta dish, but really, it changes every time I make it. I just add stuff until it tastes good,” I explain quickly before they start up their argument again.

They just nod and look intrigued.

“Where is your sword?” River suddenly asks.

I smile, “I would assume back in my room next to Betty. That’s where it ended up the last few times that it came to my aid and then disappeared again. It sort of just comes and goes as it pleases and ends up in my room, exactly where I left it, and clean.”

“That’s pretty fucking awesome,” River replies.

My smile widens, “I know.”

“I have heard of magical weapons doing that. They appear when you need them and then, in some instances, disappear completely, only showing back up when you need them again,” Ransom explains.

“Huh, that’s interesting. I’m glad that my sword doesn’t disappear completely. I think he might be too jealous for that. I really do need to name him, but I have no idea what his name should be.”

“I’m sure it will come to you,” River says with a smile, and I nod in agreement.

Ransom puts some music on, and I get on with what I’m doing. All of us end up singing along to some of the songs that come on and laughing when we inevitably get the words wrong. It is the most fun that I have had cooking in the kitchen ever.

We are making so much noise that by the time I am actually finished and ready to call everyone for dinner, everyone is already sitting at the table, and either joining in with our off-key singing or just watching us and smiling.

They all get up to help lay the table, and soon, we are all tucking into the dish. I honestly didn’t think that I would be this nervous about having them try something that I made. I am though, and I don’t actually take a bite of it myself or relax until they are all eating it and making good noises, not spitting it back out. It’s only then that I release the breath that I was holding and start eating myself.

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