"Handful of Portabella mushrooms," Magnus muttered as he tossed the fungi into pan, "a dash of seasoning and sprinkle of nightshade!"
Alec stood in the archway to their kitchen, as he watched Magnus cook dinner. Or at least he hoped it was dinner. He could never tell, both he and Izzy lacked any talent in the kitchen.
But Magnus always seemed to know what was needed. Whether it was fang of Wolf or paprika. His glittery always knew what to..."Wait! Did you say nightshade?!" Alec felt panic run down his spine.
"Yes, it gives it a zing!" He exclaimed, throwing in ground ginger. Followed by fresh clams.
"You know on second thought, I feel like ordering a pizza.What do you say, boys?" He asked as he turned to Max and Rafe. Who were both quick to nod in agreement having seen that look of terror on their Daddy's face every time Aunt Izzy offered to cook. It was usually followed by projectile vomiting when Aunt Izzy got her way.
"ALEC!!" Magnus shouted a gasp, "It won't kill you to try it!"
"If it doesn't, we all will need healing elixers."
"I'm a good cook!" Magnus stomped his foot in a tantrum.
"With spells and potions, Cats eyes." Alec said as he wrapped his arms around him. "But you're no kitchen witch." He continued, as he pressed kisses to his temples.
"hmmp." was all he said as Magnus melted into Alec's embrace.
"So..., Italian or Korean?"
"French."
They'd agreed when Max came into their life that, the boys wouldn't be aloud to be picky eaters but experience the world's cuisine.They all tried something new together.
"I guess no aprons then?" Magnus asked as he picked at the button on Alec's shirt, "Cause I found this gorgeous one blue sequins that would make your eyes pop!"
Alec groaned, "No eyeliner, no lipstick, no glitter and no sequins."
"But..
"The only I want is yours in our bed when the kids go to sleep." Alec whispers in his belove it's ear. To low for either child to hear but loud enough that Magnus turned a bright shade of red.
"Yes, my dear..
