RIKA
After, when she and Gar had recovered but were still laying together, Rika's stomach growled, which was embarrassing, but made Gar laugh. He made a big fuss of having not taken care of his mate, and announced that he would make a late breakfast. Pushing back the furs he told her to take her time getting up. He'd cook. It was a new experience for her to have a guy who not only knew how to cook, but would do so willingly. She kind of stared at him for a minute, stunned.
"You… know how?" she asked carefully.
Gar snorted. "I'm pretty sure I've cooked for you before… haven't I?"
Rika blinked. Had he? The entire previous months were a blur. Sometimes they didn't even feel real.
Swallowing her skepticism, she smiled and kissed him quickly. "Thank you, that would be lovely," she said.
After all, if it was horrible, she could just eat enough to keep her going until she suggested a lunch.
