Why Do You Hate Me So Much?

There was nothing quite like treating yourself to something nice after a day out.

It is even better when you don't have to do the work involved in providing the nice thing.

But it has been some time since I'd had a home cooked meal, so I decided to fix something up for myself.

It wasn't hard to throw together a simple dinner. I served it and placed it at the island called the small dining table the previous Nico had dragged to the middle of the cavernous kitchen. 

From eating here, I could see why he liked it that way.

The silence here had always been oddly comforting.

It was like a space of my own with no walls around it, giving me the mental freedom to think. To plot and plan. And tonight, to eat in peace. 

At least, that's what I thought as I took my first bite.

I savored it, admiring my own cooking and took a sip of juice like it was wine. I grinned. "Not bad."