A/N: Aaaand, as a special treat from me, two chapters in one update. :) Hope you like it.
Juliet didn't expect anything. She did mean it only as a joke for James to make something. Still she was welcomed by some delicious aroma when she got home after the work. She sneaked into the kitchen to see the most surprising sight in her whole life. James Ford was cooking AND he looked pretty good at it, if the aroma and absence of any burnt goods could be considered signs.
She stayed quiet for some time enjoying watching him. It was absolutely different part of him, the part she didn't know about. He always claimed he didn't do cooking and the only time she made him do something he had burnt half the kitchen. She wasn't sure whether it was one of the changes or he just pretended all the way so not to do anything food related.
"Are you going to stay there forever?" He asked still busy cutting bread.
"May be."
"Oookay"
"I thought you didn't know how to cook." She admitted after a few minutes of silence.
He turned to her with a mischievous smile. "The fact I prefer you here doesn't meant I can't do that myself."
"Point taken"She finally closed the distance between them kissing him softly.
"But why? You do understand now I'm going to make you cook at least half the time, right?"
"What, a man can't do something pleasant for his lady?!"
"Of course he can. But his lady is sure that there's something more."
"Just not my best day." He muttered. "Tried to get my thoughts off that by something different than old TV-shows and booze."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not now. I didn't make all of these for you to be too busy with talking to taste the food."