"It's a bit weird, isn't it?" asked Phil as he and Dan unpacked their things.

"Why do you say that?" spoke Dan as he removed the tape holding the dresser drawers in place.

"Well," paused Phil gathering his thoughts, "even thought this is our new place, it still feels like it's Mats." He shrugged, "I'm not making any sense am I?"

"Not really," sighed Dan flopping onto Phil's bed. "I'm sure you'll feel more at home once you've lived here for a while."

"I hope so," sighed Phil.

"Come on lets go set up the office and living area."

With that the boys got to work, moving furniture and making the flat more home, until finally Mat returned. "Wow," he said as he stepped inside. It's been a while since he saw furniture in the flat and he was honestly glad to see it looking lived in again. "This place looks great! I'm glad you guys are making yourselves at home."

"The place definitely looks better with stuff in it," replied Dan sitting up from the sofa where he looked to be connecting a video game system and camera. "Welcome back by the way."

"Thanks," nodded Mat making his way to the kitchen and dropping a couple of material bags on the counter. "I'm making dinner do any of you have allergies or food you don't eat?"

"You can cook!?" asked Dan surprised and a bit relieved, maybe they'd finally start to eat regular food again, besides pancakes and cereal.

"Yup, my parents taught me. I'm not the best, but I get by."

"Hmm," was Dan's only answer as he thought about this piece of information and the answer to Mat's question. "We're not picky when it comes to food, although Phil doesn't like cheese. How that is possible don't ask me. " He sighed shaking his head in amusement. "Other than that there aren't any problems with food, but Phil's kind of lactose intolerant."

"Alright, well that settles the food matter. Where's Phil anyways?"

"He went to find the nearest convenience store. I think he should be back soon."

Mat nodded in understand, "I think the closest one is about a couple of minutes away, if you turn left when you leave this building."

"Good to know," said Dan. Silence fell upon the kitchen with the end of conversation, but surprisingly it wasn't at all awkward. Dan actually felt relaxed as he watched Mat put away the groceries, not feeling compelled to help out, since the other boy didn't ask. Once the other brunet stared taking out meat Dan's curiosity was peaked, "What are you making for dinner?"

"Breaded pork chops with potatoes and broccoli. That alright?" asked Mat looking up from the meat cuts.

Dan was watering at the mouth, "Alright? We don't usually eat like this unless we go home for the holidays or our mums come over to make dinner."

"Eat what?" asked Phil as he walked in with a bag filled with a wide variety of soda.

"Apparently Mat here can cook and he's making breaded pork chops for dinner."

"Wow," said Phil putting away the sodas in the half empty fridge, now almost full, and joining Dan on the stools. "Can you teach me?"

"I don't really know how to teach," answered Mat causing Phil to deflate a little, "But I learned by helping my dad in the kitchen, so we can start from there."

At this Phil instantly brightened jumped from his stool and started washing his hands. "Thanks! So how can I help?"

Mat laughed good naturedly at the enthusiasm, "You can peel the potatoes." He replied pointing to the small pile of vegetables on the side of the counter. "Just use a small knife, not a butter knife" he quickly interrupted when he noticed Phil was reaching for it. Once Phil chose the right knife Mat nodded and showed the darker haired male how to properly peel a potato and left him to it.

Dan watched the whole time and after a couple of moments sighed and spoke up, "I might as well learn to." He walked up to Phil and got another knife, "Can't eat takeout and cereal for the rest of my life." This earned a chuckle from Mat and a big smile from Phil, who easily made room for his best friend. They were going to learn how to cook together, maybe next time one of their mums came over they'd be able to impress them with a dinner they made themselves. If not Mat could always help.

With that the boys all concentrated on their tasks, although the kitchen was far from silent. At some point Mat turned on a radio that was apparently hidden in one of the kitchen corners, filling the flat with music. The potato peelers were far from silent too as one swore quietly every time he came close to cutting himself while the other grumbled about how quickly and smoothly Mat peeled his potato. While there's all looked a bit blocky.

The evening passed peacefully though as they finished making dinner and ate it in the kitchen. They didn't have a dining room table and the coffee table was just too short to eat at comfortably. Eventually The youtubers went to play some video games, while the younger of the three retired to bed claiming unfinished university homework and wishing to go to sleep a bit earlier.

"Hey Dan," asked Phil looking away from their game at the moment.

"Hmm?"

"Have you told Mat that we're youtubers?"

"No," he replied pausing the game, "I don't that'd be a problem though, it's not like he'll be in our videos. Also I wouldn't be surprised if he already knew we did stuff for youtube."

"Oh, I guess you're right." With that they resumed the game, loosing sense of time until finally getting to bed well past 1 o'clock.