Sunday couldn't come quick enough for Owen, he was really looking forward to spending time with Rhys, the other man being nothing like he had actually thought. The guy was actually pretty cool, and was undoubtedly helpful. He had seen some of the meals at the party he had attended at Ianto's manor and was rather intimidated at the idea of having to cook them but Rhys had promised that what he would teach him would be simple enough to do and that Wednesday would love it. He also wanted the other man's opinion on his choice of venue for their date, he hoped that it wasn't too cliché or anything and Rhys should be able to settle the matter for him.

He arrived at Gwen and Rhys' flat just after nine, having wanted to get an early start, it wasn't as if he got to sleep anymore anyway. Luckily for him Gwen was out and Rhys was awake, already in the kitchen ingredients ready to be turned into delicacies. He dropped his leather jacket onto the back of the chair, and washed his hands before turning to Rhys, an expectant look on his face. "So, what are we making, and what do I need to do?" He spoke plainly, he had already informed the other man that he was definitely not a whiz in the kitchen, but that he was perfectly able to follow directions.

"Some finger food first, just little things, simple enough for a starter or snack." Rhys replied. "A simple salad to start with I think, and then we'll work up from there."

Owen watched as Rhys set out all the ingredients they would need for the salad, some of the leaves Owen was sure were poisonous if not prepared correctly and he almost gulped at the thought of it. He didn't want to poison Wednesday, her family would finish what Copley had started, and despite how he unthreatening he seemed with Micah Owen had no real wish to meet with Death again anytime soon.

Owen helped prepare the salad and was surprised that it wasn't as hard as it had looked, he supposed it was just daunting due to the volatile nature of some of the leaves if prepared wrong. Rhys didn't seem to have had any ill effect from the salad though, and the other man pronounced it to be just right, so he couldn't have been doing badly. He didn't really want to think about what the protein in the salad was, but he knew that he wouldn't have to eat it anyway, not unless he wanted to show Wednesday a side of him that he never really wanted to experience again.

They moved on to the next thing once Rhys had demolished the salad, the man showing him how to make some little bread thing, he wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it smelled amazing, enough to make him wish that he could still eat. They spent the day in the kitchen, Rhys generally just po0inting out ingredients and giving direction, allowing Owen to learn and practice as much as possible. Rhys knew that he wasn't the best teacher for this sort of thing, but he also knew that Owen was unlikely to go to Grandmamma and ask for lessons. He seemed to be doing okay though, and Owen was picking up cooking like an Addams picks up a sword, easily and quickly.

Owen had been rather surprised, he had realised after meeting Rhys the other night that he wasn't that bad of a bloke, in fact he was a rather decent bloke, and didn't deserve to be treated the way Gwen treated him. Or the way he had treated him to be honest, something that he was determined to rectify, even if it meant that it ruined his chances with Wednesday. He had to admit his relationship with Gwen to the other man, and hope that he didn't kill him for it, or hand him over to the family on a silver platter. It was just something that he had to do, he couldn't just carry on the way he had been, especially not if he would end up having to sit across the table from the other man at family events, it would be to awkward to deny the truth in such a situation, it would be much easier to deal with it in advance.

Once they had finished their cooking for the day they had set about cleaning up and storing all the food in the fridge, Rhys would either eat it over the next couple of days or distribute it to the family he would think. "Thank you for this mate." Owen spoke, his thanks evident in his tone. "I, erm, I need to speak to you about something though. You probably won't like it, and you should probably sit down for it."

Rhys looked at him oddly, but took at seat at the table anyway and motioned for him to continue. Owen did, explaining all about his affair with Gwen, expecting the other man to be angry at him or something. What he didn't expect was for the other man to start laughing. That was not the typical reaction when someone found out that their partner had been cheating on them, and Owen was worried that maybe he had sent the man over the edge, god knows he was close to the edge just working with Gwen at times, Rhys had to live with her.

"Rhys, are you okay?" He asked rather tentatively, he didn't want the man to turn around and take a swing at him, he was rather fragile and delicate in his dead state.

"Yeah. Don't worry about it mate." Rhys replied. "I thought you knew I already knew."

"You knew?" Owen exclaimed, wondering how the other man had known, and not done anything about it.

"Yep. Gwen told me. Of course, she then retconned me, but I thought you knew that that doesn't work on my family, something in the compound has no affect on us." Rhys stated.

"Gwen stole retcon. I wonder if Jack and Ianto know." Owen muttered aloud.

"Oh, they know." Rhys confirmed. "I phoned Ianto about it as soon as I woke up from the little nap it put me into. I really wish Harkness had never thought to add a sedative to the compound, it makes you as sluggish as hell."

Owen just stared at the other man, trying to figure what exactly was going on and what side universe he must have fallen into. "Why didn't you do something about it when you found out then? Why just leave it?"

"I couldn't let on I remembered, Gwen would wonder how I broke the retcon and no doubt she'd end up digging into my family. I protected my family, I know that Ianto would have made sure we were safe, him and Archienius, and the accord is there to keep us safe and protected, but you know what Gwen can be like. Besides, it didn't bother me too much, I was more annoyed that she attempted to drug me, and I got revenge for that anyway, so I consider it done with." Rhys confided.

Still rather stumped Owen just looked at the other man before nodding, "Alright then. I need to ask you something as well, I need your opinion on my date."

When Rhys indicated he should carry on Owen began to detail his plans to the other man, who listened attentively, giving feedback and helping him adjust his plans slightly.