Chapter FIFTY

　　“Lunch” He announced dropping the plate of mashed potato, gravy and steak.

　　“Presentable” I praised him for how he served.

　　“Thank you” He flashed a smile sitting beside me.

　　“How did I do?” He asked waiting for me to say something when I took the food in my mouth.

　　“Considering I was the one who added all the ingredients, I did a good job” I teased.

　　“Can we pretend I think all the work?” He joked.

　　“You did good Lucian. I was telling you what to do throughout so you made today’s lunch” I said.

　　“You and I both know I barely did anything but I’ll take it” He laughed taking mashed potatoes and gravy.

　　“Give yourself more credit. With more practice you will be an excellent cook” I reassured him.

　　“How did you learn to cook?” He asked taking a bite of his steak.

　　“Eight years a slave?” I answered more like a question. 

　　“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean_”

　　“It’s fine. You didn’t do that to me” I laughed but he didn’t look happy.