"Duncan! Why the sudden interest in the culinary arts?" Felix asks as I step inside.
"It’s my last night in town before Rhys leaves." I shrug.
Felix nods, understanding coloring his features.
"Well, you know the way, head on in."
I kick off my shoes at the door and walk into the kitchen. Andre is standing at the island arranging ingredients.
"Duncan."
"Hey Andre." I bail out of my nervous laugh with a cough.
"We're making Sheet Pan Souvlaki." Andre informs me.
"Yummy!" I shrug at Felix who mouthschicken and vegetables in a pan.
"Good. Now wash your hands and put this on." Andre hands me an apron.
"So, will this be like something I can bake?" I ask.
"Ideally you'd grill it but yes, baking would work. I'll give you the instructions for both."
I'm nodding my head in agreement, thankful Andre is so helpful, when I hear a commotion at the front door.
"Why didn't we do a cooking class sooner?" Bryson asks.
"This isn't going to be a class." Crosby says. "It's going to be like one of those live shows. You remember the one where he would just yell out BAM as he tossed spice on the food?"
"Not really." Brysonsays.
"C'mon boys, we're here to support Duncan in his new hobby. We could all use a little diversification in our skill set." Aiden says as I hear what sounds like a bike helmet hit the floor.
"G.T. says we should all participate in some other physical activities as well. To diversify the muscle groups our body uses most."
"Oh, now that Jo and I are living together there's no need to worry about me not getting enough other physical activities."
"Dude." Emmett says flatly as they walk into the kitchen.
Felix claps his hands. "I brought up the extra counter stools from the basement so everyone will have a seat."
"For what?' I ask, dreading the answer.
"We're here to support you as you learn how to cook." Bryson smirks.
"I'm not learning how to cook. I'm watching Andre make one meal for me."
"That's not what Felix said." E.T. points to our captain who doesn’t respond.
Well great.
"Duncan, clean the corn on the cob while I set out the snacks for the audience." Andre instructs.
"Audience?"
"What else would you like them to call them?"
"I mean, I'd love to call them idiots but I don't think that would go over well." I say as Andre lays six ears of corn out on the counter in front of me.
