Dream found Horror in the kitchen. He wasn't making anything, if anything it looked like he was guarding the food. "hungry?" Dream jumped. Horror wasn't even looking at him, his sockets weren't even open! "uh, yeah. you're horror, right? it's nice to meet you, i'm dream!" He greeted, holding his hand for Horror to shake. Horror didn't take it though. "citrus, nutmeg, and mint." Dream gave him a confused look. To which Horror opened a single socket, red eyelight meeting Dream's yellow ones. "your scent. it's citrus, nutmeg, and mint. very positive, very uplifting. no wonder everyone likes you." Dream blushed. "o-oh.. heh, well th-thank you.. um, what are you doing, if i may ask?" Horror closed his sockets. "guarding." He replied simply. "the kitchen?" Dream asked in confusion. Horror hummed. "you never know... who will come to take our most precious resources. you never know... when it will go away.." Horror responded lowly. From what Dream was getting, Horror had some sort of truma involving food. Probably more considering the large hole in his head. "hey, horror. what would you recommend for lunch?" Horror opened his socket. "you can cook?" Horror questioned curiously.

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The question to that? No. No Dream could not. Horror learned that when the mac-n-cheese noodles burnt to the pan. Normally he'd be pretty angry about the waste of food, but it was hard to be mad at an embodiment of positivity. Plus Dream looked upset at himself for wasting the meal. So Horror sighed, grabbed a new box and started again. This time though, Horror stood behind Dream and grabbed his hands, guiding him through the steps. Dream was blushing the entire freaking time, how else was he supposed to act? It's not like anybody ever taught him(?) In this way. After awhile Horror left, leaving Dream feeling oddly alone. Then Horror came back and picked up the pot. He guided Dream over to the sink where they strained the noodles and added them back into the pot along with milk, butter, and the cheese packet. From there more stirring was done until it was creamy and smooth. "th-thanks, horror.." The Skeleton glanced at him and smiled. "of course, dream, anytime. if you ever want to cook again, don't hesitate to ask." He went back to his 'post'. "actually horror... after dinner, wanna hang out or something? i promise nobody will thieve food while we are gone."

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Horror figited and glanced towards the kitchen. He wasn't used to being away if they weren't on job. Dream could tell. "hey, i'm sorry if you're uncomfortable... you can go back if you want.." Horror reluctantly shook his head. "this is probably good for me... i'm just paranoid since... uh... my au is in a famine.." Dream blinked. He wasn't exactly expecting Horror to just say it, he'd had to coax it out of Dust and Killer... well, he hadn't expected it from Killer either. "i... understand. it's a rare resource and you wanna keep it while you can. but it's safe here, just as you are." Horror huffed. "i know. old habits die hard." Horror peered at Dream. "i can see the relation between you and nightmare now. very helpful despite your differences. i presume it simply runs in your family." Dream shrugged. "our mom was the tree of feelings so, kinda." Horror blinked. "how does that work?" Dream chuckled. "mmmmagic~" Horror snorted, rolling his eye good-naturedly. "ok then."