Lucas stretched, rolling his shoulders like he hadn't just rebuilt his body from the inside out.
"You owe me a meal, Beauty."
Ava scoffed. "For what? Not dying in my bed?"
Lucas grinned. "Exactly."
Ava rolled her eyes. "You can feed yourself, Bai."
Lucas sighed dramatically. "But why would I, when I have a perfectly capable partner who just so happens to be standing in my kitchen?"
Ava stared at him, unimpressed.
Lucas tilted his head. "Come on, Zhang. Four-can soup. Even you can't mess that up."
Ava gritted her teeth. "You want soup?"
Lucas's smirk widened. "So generous of you to offer."
Ava muttered something about throwing the pot at his head but turned toward the cabinet anyway.
Moments later she dropped a bowl in front of him with a dull clatter.
Lucas peered into it. Steaming broth. Chunks of something vaguely resembling meat. Suspicious vegetables.
He picked up a spoon, stirring lazily. "You didn't poison this, did you?"
