[The cooking, at least, is easy enough, so long as Kratos remains still; and he's fairly adept at that by this point, owing to the need to stand on his leg. It's fair to say that, since he's expanded their grocery opportunities, their meals have taken a definite slant toward Tethe'allan tastes; but Yuan hasn't yet complained about the uptick in seafood, pasta and vegetables.

[It's a pity the olives won't be ready for a good while yet. It won't be entirely the same without them.]

For me?

[Kratos glances into the mirror over the counter, head tipped as he pauses in preparing the fish. He's faintly confused, if also amused, at the way Yuan hangs technically out of the room, as if he thinks he isn't allowed.]

The package was for you, wasn't it?