Happy Families (for je_nesaisquoi)
When Kowalski cooked, Kowalski cooked. He took up the entire kitchen, the coffee table, the dining table, every available surface with pots and pans and jars of stuff he hadn't even heard of. If it looked okay and didn't smell too funky, it went in.
Dief sniffed around his bare feet; Kowalski tried pushing him away with his leg but just grinned when the wolf pushed back, stubbornly sticking close to him to snap up the food the human dropped. Which was a lot. Some of it intentional too. Dief, the canine vacuum cleaner who'd eat anything, was kinda Kowalski's unofficial taste tester.
God only knew how the meal would turn out then.
"Ray," Fraser said disapprovingly with another scrap went south, "I saw that."
"What?" Kowalski's laugh was free, delighted. "I dropped it! Dief's just doin' me a favor eatin' it up, aren't ya, Furface?"
There was nothing better than Vecchio and Fraser and him and Dief all under one roof. Kowalski couldn't remember the last time he'd been this happy, except maybe the moment Vecchio said he'd marry him. But this was different. This was a different kind of...joy, he figured. Easy, laidback joy, when he had his favorite people in the world around him and a giant pot of bubbling food that didn't smell too bad.
"Vecchio, you toss me a garlic?" They sat in a bag on the coffee table. "Two. No, three."
Dief grumbled by his foot.
"I'm afraid garlic leaves Diefenbaker with terrible flatulance."
"Maybe just one, V."
Dief sniffed around his bare feet; Kowalski tried pushing him away with his leg but just grinned when the wolf pushed back, stubbornly sticking close to him to snap up the food the human dropped. Which was a lot. Some of it intentional too. Dief, the canine vacuum cleaner who'd eat anything, was kinda Kowalski's unofficial taste tester.
God only knew how the meal would turn out then.
"Ray," Fraser said disapprovingly with another scrap went south, "I saw that."
"What?" Kowalski's laugh was free, delighted. "I dropped it! Dief's just doin' me a favor eatin' it up, aren't ya, Furface?"
There was nothing better than Vecchio and Fraser and him and Dief all under one roof. Kowalski couldn't remember the last time he'd been this happy, except maybe the moment Vecchio said he'd marry him. But this was different. This was a different kind of...joy, he figured. Easy, laidback joy, when he had his favorite people in the world around him and a giant pot of bubbling food that didn't smell too bad.
"Vecchio, you toss me a garlic?" They sat in a bag on the coffee table. "Two. No, three."
Dief grumbled by his foot.
"I'm afraid garlic leaves Diefenbaker with terrible flatulance."
"Maybe just one, V."