“That was super good,” Mason said, carrying his now-empty chili bowl to the sink.
“Are you sure you aren’t just saying that because you didn’t have to cook?”
He laughed. “That’s definitely part of it. Last night I ate at one of the restaurants along the water. But I did eat lunch at home today.”
“What did you have?”
He felt himself blush. “Um, well, I nuked some hot dogs.”
John chuckled. “That your idea of cooking?”
“I’m not used to cooking for myself, really. Or doing much for myself at all. Ashley says I’m a spoiled, conceited brat.” Mason shrugged. “I guess I am a little.”
“I can see why people would want to do things for you. Humans respond to beauty, even subconsciously. And I can see why it would be easy to let them do things for you. If they’re willing, why not?”
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