"The temperature is too high, you know."
Whatever God there was that gave him this devil on his shoulder, Aiden wondered if a finding a new religion would rid him of this demon. Nothing he did was going to be good enough, even when he had decided out of some morbid curiosity to finally listen to what he said. He probably should have just shot himself in the foot, it was dinner and it was chicken. Like he was the only person in the entire universe that had to cook for family.
"It's fine, I'm not cooking it long enough to lose the flavor." Aiden replied easily.
"What is that? Sage?" Komoku frowned, watching from the counter. He had enough energy to get up and bitch, so Aiden guessed that was a good thing?
"And Paprika, and a few other things, it's a good seasoning." Aiden said casually.
"Hmph, and you're sure you didn't over season it?" he asked warily. "You're not paying enough attention-"
"Are you my wife?" Aiden said crossly, glancing at him. "Because you're nagging me like one, do you want to eat or not? Because I can microwave you some ravioli if you're going to a prissy bitch about someone feeding you?" There was the Eva Kishi in him, very clearly. Komoku arched a brow at him, elbows resting on the table. He was like a goddamn child, seemingly immune to anything other than the most direct of insults.
"...Smells good." Komoku sniffed.
"...Thanks," he grumbled after a moment. God, where was Mei? Did he need to sacrifice his blood?