Cooking.

There was a reason why Tobias never usually cooked, not that he'd told her, but with so many Dauntless being either dead or too injured to work so soon after the Abnegation Slaughter, as it was being called throughout the Fractions, that even the newly appointed leaders had a to lend a hand.

You see, after Tobias and Tris had scanned the Factions for any lost Dauntless and brought them back to HQ everyone had realized that, when you factored in the injured, dead and still missing, there were only half as many of them as before.

It had been a terrible shock, but, on the brighter side (Tris refused to call it a bright side as that would imply there was actually something "bright" about their situation), It had taught the previously thoughtless faction how to value what they had, this was why when the work charts were introduced, no one complained.

Tris mainly thanked her Abnegation upbringing for this, as the years of organized housework had given her the idea.

With so much work that needed to be done (i.e. guard duty, initiate trainers and testers, medics, tattoo artists, clothing designers and makers… ect, ect) it had made perfect sense to put people into groups and then change up the jobs every once in a while so people didn't get bored. Besides, it was only until the injured were back on their feet, the dead were buried and all the missing were found.

And thus was how Tris, Tobias and several other Dauntless wound up with kitchen duty.

Tris stared with something akin to horror on her face as she looked down at the… thing her fiancé had made.

She wasn't quite sure whether to laugh or hit it with a frying pan just to make sure it wouldn't attack anyone.

"Tobias, honey, what is that?"

Tobias looked at her quizzically. "Macaroni and cheese, what else would it be?"

What else, indeed.

Tris frowned. She didn't know much about the fancy food they had in Dauntless but something told her that the macaroni and cheese didn't look like it was supposed to.

Turning to the other Dauntless in the kitchen the slightly awed but mostly slack jawed expressions they all shared just cemented her gut feeling.

Macaroni and cheese was not meant to be black.

Nor twitching if the slightly green tinge to the guy standing beside Tobias's… thing, was anything to go by.

Leaning over to the rather entranced girl beside her, Tris whispered a quick: "make sure that doesn't leave the kitchen," which the girl nodded to dumbly, before grabbing Tobias and heading into the dining hall where she explained that she thought he was better suited for the training unit and should leave the cooking to her.

Thankfully, he just smiled and kissed her heatedly before leaving through the doors to go prepare for the new batch of initiates.

Something deep inside of Tris told her she had just been played but then a mental picture of the thing rose up in her mind and, suddenly, she didn't feel so bad about being played if it kept Tobias out of the kitchen.

Whoo! Longest chapter yet! I hope everyone enjoyed this one, my other two I felt were a little on the depressing side so I went for humour with this one. Anyway, thanks to Ani-Banani22 for both Favouriting and Alerting this story and thanks once again to HyDrOmAtlc, this time for being the first person to Review!

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