Chapter 19: A small meal.
Returning home, Noah closed the door behind him and placed the groceries on the kitchen counter.
It was a small kitchen, with basic necessities to live in the modern day.
He placed the stocks in the fridge whilst leaving the portion he wanted to cook.
Noah spread his ingredients across the counter.
Chicken breasts, garlic, onions, and the noodles, his loyal companions through the darkest times.
Tonight, we feast like actual humans.
He propped his phone against a water glass and pulled up an online tutorial: "Perfect Juicy Chicken Breast for Complete Beginners."
"Hey guys, Chef Marcus here," the unreasonably handsome man on screen announced. "Today we're making foolproof chicken that's crispy outside, juicy inside!"
Noah squinted at the screen. "Your smile is suspicious, Marcus."
He followed along, chopping garlic with the precision of someone who'd never properly held a knife before.
Close enough.