"Tough day of slaying, honey?" You nodded glumly and kicked your sneakers off into the hallway, not quite onto the neat and tidy shoe rack but just beside it. "I'm sorry honey." She gently placed her hands on your shoulders and wiped them from side to side oddly. She had not yet accustomed to her new life as a 'human' as she so reluctantly now was, and shoulder rubs was not something that she had learned.

"How was your day?" She peeled your jumper off your back and over your head, folded it up nice and tightly and sat it gently on the dining table.

"It was... okay. I did lots of learning, and I have a little surprise for you!" She clasped her hands together in a nervous anticipation and led you backwards into the kitchen. "I found out that humans have favourites of things."

"That's right... yeah?" You confirmed nervously.

"So, I made your favourite dinner! I just knew that with the weather, and you're bacterial infection you just wouldn't feel too great after your patrol tonight." She pulled the lid from a bubbling pot and let the room infuse itself with the concoction's strange aromas and fragrances.

"That's really kind of you Anya, but how do you know what my favourite dinner is? We've only been going out for a few weeks and I don't think we've eaten anything past takeout for that time." Your nose twitched and flared as you desperately tried to figure out what she was cooking, all though you struggled to call it that as the contents of the pans seemed like nothing more than a similarly toned grey sludge.

"Of course I know what you're favourite dinner is silly. I made you food."

"Well of course you've made food, but what food is it?"

"No..." Her lips curled into a confused smile as she laid a more than generous serving of the sludge into a bowl. "It is just food."

"Just... food? Did you follow a recipe?"

"What's a recipe?" You snickered but her face stayed stagnant in the same confused half-smile. "No y/n I'm being serious. What's a recipe?"

"You've been human for like... almost a month now. How do you not know what a recipe is?"

"I thought when you cooked all you did was grab some stuff from the cupboards and whatever, throw it in a pan and just wait for a bit." She seemed more than pleased with her helping of sludge. "I mean, this looks great, I've seen people eating this sort of stuff all the time when we've been walking around the city."

"What do you want? Chinese or pizza?" You held the telephone at the ready.

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