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Oh no, don't worry. You just need to feed everyone brunch. It can be whatever you have on hand, Ash. We're not nearly as picky as you are. I snorted as I scavenged my fridge and pantry. "The heathens wouldn't know a good meal if it bit them on the asses." Looks like we're having omelets, bacon, toast, fruit, and bagels. I looked up from the skillet as the elevator door opened, admitting my first diners for the day. "Ki-Ki, Ransom, grab an apron if you want. You're on kitchen duty." "Damn it," Ransom said softly. I smirked when I heard him say, "oof. What? He's a demon when it comes to cooking. Let's go back upstairs and I'll eat something much better than he can serve. I promise you'll like it more, too." The sound of flesh hitting flesh had my smirk widening into a full-blown smile