"Go ahead. We always make a lot. Twelve finishes all the leftovers." He answers, noting that Luka's just finished with the fish and is holding his hands a little out there. He shuffles slightly, moving to touch at Luka's wrist and guide him over to the sink. He reaches with his other hand and kicks the hot water on for him, just in case.

Then he turns back to Gyre and offers out a piece of fish. When did he pick that up? Where did it come from? But the moment it's taken, he moves back to the orbven and starts adding ingredients carefully into the pot they'd placed in there earlier. Somehow he doesn't spill any of it, despite the small size of the slot he's sneaking it through.