Octavia was glaring at Lexa as she walked through the door, much to the Commander's amusement who just quirked an eyebrow at her knowingly as she walked round the table to take a seat next to her wife.
"And what time do you call this?" Octavia asked, when Lexa made no attempt to apologize for being late.
Tilting her head to the side, Lexa's smirked, remaining quiet.
Abby, Kane and Roan looked uneasy at Octavia's behaviour towards Lexa, but none of the others around the table batted an eyelid, instead most of them began to grin themselves.
"Half an hour I said, in what universe does half an hour mean an hour and a half?" Octavia demanded.
Leaning forwards and resting her elbows on the table, Lexa spoke grimly, "A world in which my city is still recovering from an attack, you know I have duties more important than keeping to a meal time."
"You spent at least four hours today reading." Octavia countered.
Laughing, Clarke intervened, resting her hand on Lexa's arm, "C'mon Lex, you know she'll keep this going for hours if you let her."
Lexa's eyes softened as she leaned back and smiled, "I intended to be late to mess with you yes, I admit that, but I really did get held up because of the repairs the city is undergoing. A merchant in the main square lost his home in the fires, I was making arrangements for him to live elsewhere until it can be rebuilt."
Sighing irritably, Octavia crossed her arms, "Fine, you're forgiven for being late this time, but I'm still angry at you for locking your door."
Clarke exchanged a pained look with Ontari who was sat opposite her grinning, "I'm still angry that I wasn't told we could lock her out months ago."
Shaking her head, Lexa just chuckled, "If she wasn't pregnant, do you really believe Octavia wouldn't try just climbing down the outside of the building?"
"I'd like to say no," Clarke sighed, "But I know you were moments from trying it once so I don't really hold out much hope for Octavia."
Roan laughed at the betrayed look Lexa shot Clarke for spilling that particular secret.
Cutting the conversation off quickly before Lincoln got frustrated enough to just start tipping the food over their heads if they weren't going to eat it, Raven stood up from her seat, "Well I for one can't wait to see what you've made for us today Lincoln, Cal why don't you come help me?"
The little boy shot from his seat, closely followed by Aden who was more than happy to help carry everything through.
"Does Lincoln always cook?" Kane asked curiously, more for something to say than anything else, seeing as how Clarke and Lexa seemed to be having an entire argument through heated looks at each other.
Attention caught by what Kane had said, Lexa conceded to Clarke, kissing her sweetly before turning to the man, "Yes, Octavia is incapable, Raven causes fires, and Ontari covers for Raven. It would be poor judgement to let any of them near a kitchen."
Ontari shook her head in denial, "That is not true, and she caused a fire one time. The food was really good even if it had been cooked in a rather unorthodox manner."
"How did she cook it?" Abby asked.
"Flamethrower." Octavia supplied gleefully, before frowning at Lexa, "And I am not that incapable, what about that rabbit we had when we went to your cabin?"
Lexa just eyed her with a confused look, "I cooked that."
"But I made the rest into a sandwich for our ride the next day!" Octavia pressed.
"No, that doesn't count," Lexa told her firmly, "You took what I had cooked and put it between too slices of bread. And you didn't even cut the bread evenly."
Raven laughed as she walked back into the room, deposited a pot and some plates on the table, before helping Cal with the ones he had been carrying as Aden and Lincoln did the same on the other side, "Are we talking about how Octavia is a safety hazard in the kitchen again?"
"Yes, and you." Ontari told her.
"Seriously?" Raven turned to Lexa, "That was one time, how many times to I have to promise that I won't do it again?"
"There are still scorch marks in several places throughout this building, most notably the throne room where you set a fire as a distraction so you could escape to come and join a fight you were told to stay out of." Lexa told her, "So you can keep promising until you fix the fire damage."
Roan's eyes widened as he stared at Raven, "You set fire to the throne room?"
Raven shook her head, "No, the area I used was… throne room adjacent."
Rolling her eyes, Clarke just shook her head at Abby and Kane's shocked faces and began digging into the food, giving Lincoln the thumbs up as she tasted the stew he's made, "Amazing as ever Lincoln." She told him honestly.
"The secret is to make sure Octavia's out of the room whilst you cook it." He grinned, nudging Octavia teasingly who glared at him with a dismayed look on her face.
"Not you as well." She muttered in annoyance, as everyone just laughed.