"They do have hand showers; I'm planning to get one installed later once I have a money reserve built up." ... César's just going to get it sooner because Magne wants it, too.
His laugh at the wiggle is muffled by the kiss, and he squeezes back. Even when his cheeks are squished, his joy is bright.
"If that happens, I'll have you know I am a champion of loudly knocking on doors. My brother used to read on the toilet for half an hour, and it'd always make him shriek."
He walks over to the stove, adds some olive oil to the pan, and sets it on a burner before turning it on to high heat. They keep talking as they cook the food, punctuated by moments of laughter and kisses, both stolen and freely given. César works Magne through all the steps, taking equal turns cooking the meal. It feels natural and fun.
Everything goes into one pan. The venison is seared and the vegetables added. The stock made and the saffron soaked ahead of time brings everything to a boil. Less saffron than he'd usually put in, but still enough. The rice is spread in a thin, even layer, and everything simmers to cook until the rice absorbs almost all the liquid. The salmon is added, too, and everything continues on low until the rice is al dente. Another couple minutes at high heat to create a crunchy rice crust on the bottom. Finally, another five minutes, and dinner with plenty of leftovers is served.
It's the first time César's had a proper full meal since he got here. He could almost cry. They get to eat at his dining table in a completely normal moment. Completely ordinary. And it's wonderful.
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His laugh at the wiggle is muffled by the kiss, and he squeezes back. Even when his cheeks are squished, his joy is bright.
"If that happens, I'll have you know I am a champion of loudly knocking on doors. My brother used to read on the toilet for half an hour, and it'd always make him shriek."
He walks over to the stove, adds some olive oil to the pan, and sets it on a burner before turning it on to high heat. They keep talking as they cook the food, punctuated by moments of laughter and kisses, both stolen and freely given. César works Magne through all the steps, taking equal turns cooking the meal. It feels natural and fun.
Everything goes into one pan. The venison is seared and the vegetables added. The stock made and the saffron soaked ahead of time brings everything to a boil. Less saffron than he'd usually put in, but still enough. The rice is spread in a thin, even layer, and everything simmers to cook until the rice absorbs almost all the liquid. The salmon is added, too, and everything continues on low until the rice is al dente. Another couple minutes at high heat to create a crunchy rice crust on the bottom. Finally, another five minutes, and dinner with plenty of leftovers is served.
It's the first time César's had a proper full meal since he got here. He could almost cry. They get to eat at his dining table in a completely normal moment. Completely ordinary. And it's wonderful.
He loves her.