After a long while, Orion lets out a heavy sigh. His gaze flitted towards me and his eyebrows knitted together.
"I really hope that you weren't the one stocking up on these." He lightly pats the refrigerator door before shaking his head with a disheartened smile. "It's not to say it's completely unhealthy, but it would be made better if you had fresh vegetables and soup to go with it." Orion raised his hands and shrugged, hinting to me that it was alright in moderation and that he wasn't angry with me per say.
"I'm sorry… Both of us are terrible at cooking, hence, dependant on Chef 'Mike' the microwave." I smiled sheepishly, glancing at the microwave that made the past few days bearable.
