Vegas liked control. When he didn't have that? He exerted it where he could. And in the hotel? That happened to be the kitchen. He closed Pete's due to the family emergency and holed himself up in the kitchen. And cooked, and cooked, and cooked.
Every dish he and Riley ever talked about came to mind and Vegas made it his life's work to make each and every one of them. Mixed scents of foods savory and sweet wafted from the kitchen in strange melody of various Asian cuisines. He made soups to feed everyone, rice dishes, congees, and especially for Riley he made the Fae's mom's kimchi stew. He also made the banana roti he'd told Riley about before. A lot of it, just as he promised.
Needless to say, there was a veritable banquet in the kitchen. Pete had been running food to everyone, so Vegas had been trying to make a variety to keep things from getting boring. He doubted anyone would really care with their family member unwell if they ate the same thing for a few days. And thankfully, it was only a few days.
When Vegas saw Riley poke his head in the kitchen, he sagged with relief, dropped whatever utensil was in his hand, and crossed the room to pull him into a tight, one-armed hug.
"Nong! How are you feeling? Hungry? I have kimchi stew for you."
IN THE KITCHEN
Vegas liked control. When he didn't have that? He exerted it where he could. And in the hotel? That happened to be the kitchen. He closed Pete's due to the family emergency and holed himself up in the kitchen. And cooked, and cooked, and cooked.
Every dish he and Riley ever talked about came to mind and Vegas made it his life's work to make each and every one of them. Mixed scents of foods savory and sweet wafted from the kitchen in strange melody of various Asian cuisines. He made soups to feed everyone, rice dishes, congees, and especially for Riley he made the Fae's mom's kimchi stew. He also made the banana roti he'd told Riley about before. A lot of it, just as he promised.
Needless to say, there was a veritable banquet in the kitchen. Pete had been running food to everyone, so Vegas had been trying to make a variety to keep things from getting boring. He doubted anyone would really care with their family member unwell if they ate the same thing for a few days. And thankfully, it was only a few days.
When Vegas saw Riley poke his head in the kitchen, he sagged with relief, dropped whatever utensil was in his hand, and crossed the room to pull him into a tight, one-armed hug.
"Nong! How are you feeling? Hungry? I have kimchi stew for you."