058. Dinner
What's For Dessert?
House limped into the kitchen and stared at Wilson with suspicion.
"What's going on?"
"Dinner," Wilson replied absently as he stirred something in a large pot.
"Okay," House replied. "Why?"
Wilson gave him a quick, curious look. "Why am I cooking dinner? Why wouldn't I?"
"It wasn't a prerequisite when I let you stay here," House said.
Wilson's eyes narrowed and he turned around completely to look at House. "You'd prefer take away to a proper cooked meal?" he said dubiously.
House looked uncertain for a fraction of a second then his face returned to its normal slightly sardonic expression.
"Less to clean up," he said blandly. "I don't do dishes very well these days."
Wilson gave him a flat look. "Unless they're Stacy's and you think there might be sex in it for you."
Wilson was surprised to see House actually flinch at that. It wasn't much of a flinch but if you knew what you were looking for, it was there. He rallied well though and leered ridiculously at Wilson.
"So if I wash your dishes, will I get sex?" he said suggestively.
Wilson spent about five seconds contemplating his response and decided to amuse himself.
"Sure but I'm not taking my husband and leaving afterwards," he said flippantly as he turned back to the stove.
"Deal," House said in an odd tone of voice. "I'll do it tonight."