[How hard would Vincent hit the floor if his seat was kicked out from underneath him, Kit wondered? It was a thought he wouldn't act on, but pondering the question and its possible answers distracted him from the very brief flicker of annoyance he felt at the other boy's comment.
His cooking was just fine. Years of choosing to fend for himself had forced him to become capable at many things most people thought beneath them. He had taught himself first-aid, culinary practices, how to sew, and many other everyday things, all of which had come in handy at some point in his life.]
You can help yourself then if there's anything else you want.
[Pushing away from the counter Kit clasped Vincent on the shoulder and then proceeded towards his bedroom. The curfew bells would have sounded by now, and just in case Vincent changed his mind about staying, Kit was going to pull some of his own linens from his closet and make the spare bed.]
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His cooking was just fine. Years of choosing to fend for himself had forced him to become capable at many things most people thought beneath them. He had taught himself first-aid, culinary practices, how to sew, and many other everyday things, all of which had come in handy at some point in his life.]
You can help yourself then if there's anything else you want.
[Pushing away from the counter Kit clasped Vincent on the shoulder and then proceeded towards his bedroom. The curfew bells would have sounded by now, and just in case Vincent changed his mind about staying, Kit was going to pull some of his own linens from his closet and make the spare bed.]