Title: Beware of Sharp Pointy Objects

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.


Leo learned the hard way that Kai took his cooking very seriously. Very, very seriously.

"No, no, no!" Kai shouted, as he alternately glared between Leo and his attempted meal. "You do not touch my cooking things, Leo. Never. Ever. Remember what happened the last time you tried cooking? You set off the fire alarm and we had to vent the smoke out the room because you couldn't keep your mind on what you were doing. Never again." Considering Kai was using his hands to emphasis his points, and considering he was holding a very sharp knife in the one hand and a big spoon in the other, Leo nodded vigorously, backing away cautiously, making a mental note to keep out of Kai's way whenever the other man was angry and wielding sharp, pointy things.

After the fire alarm debacle Kai had made it clear to he and Damon that they were not to touch his things, especially his cooking things, without permission, making a point of saying he didn't want to have to clean up somebody else's mess. Again. Leo had got the point. That didn't stop him trying to cook something when he was hungry. Besides, he thought, it would be a surprise for the others as well. He could cook, damn it. Damon was the one who couldn't cook.

Apparently Kai didn't agree, hence the knife and spoon being waved in his face. "Okay, okay," he said, holding his hands out in surrender/defence. "I get it. No touching the cooking stuff."

Kai narrowed his eyes at him, as if weighing up his sincerity. "Good," he said finally. "And you'd better remember it this time, because next time…" his voice trailed off in silent threat.

"Got it," Leo repeated firmly. "Never again."

Kai nodded in satisfaction. "Alright then. Now, I suppose I can do something with this travesty you call food."

Leo stayed out of his way as Kai moved around their small kitchen, adding things he hadn't thought of and snorting in disgust at some of the things he had. He had to admit though, that the man knew his food. At least this meal would be edible, unlike his and Damon's attempts. He watched in fascination as the blue ranger prepared the meal, his fingers lightly adding seasoning here and there, adjusting the temperature of the cooker minutely and keeping an eye on three different things at once. He didn't know how Kai did it.

He flinched as Damon walked in and was treated to a glare from their resident neurotic. The green ranger looked over at him in confusion, then noticed his sheepish look. For once deciding that discretion was the better part of valour, Damon didn't say anything, simply walked over to his bed and flopped onto it.

Leo steadfastly didn't look at Kai as he started serving up dinner, the food being set on his plate with more force than was strictly necessary. Alright, he thought in irritation. I get it already.

He had to admit though, this was way better than what he'd had planned. It was probably a good idea to leave the kitchen to Kai.