Zane smiled, "How could I doubt my boyfriend? I estimated that in two months, you would get the hang of it." He tried to be serious but the pouty look on Phoenix's face made him burst out in laughter.
"Okay. I will stop. Why do you want to learn how to cook? You could get a robot to do that for you." He asked as he polished the remaining rice in his bowl and downed the cup of juice.
Phoenix, who had been taken by the tamago sushi, still had more than half of his rice remaining as he focused on eating the wraps one after the other, "I did not care before but I was thinking that it would be nice to cook for you. Besides dinner as a present is one I would like in my reportorial. An arrow in my quiver for when I finally offend you. I have to be prepared."
Zane chuckled, "It is not a battle, what are you being prepared for? Take your time, I really do not mind cooking. It is relaxing. Oh! The shuttle is here." Zane stood up and loaded his dish into the washer.
