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Jason moves around the kitchen, one eye on the stove, the other on the tv. He was spending a lot of time at home, and needed something to do. He and boredom were a bad combination, so..

He was learning to cook. And it had turned out to be relatively easy once he started looking at it as another form of chemistry. Only with cooking, you could get creative and didn't have to stick to the normal rules. And no labcoats or protective goggles. Usually. Besides, some of those cooking shows were pretty wild.

He puts another handful of cheerios on the high chair tray for Ella, grinning when she throws a few at the tv. He checks on the chicken and goes back to fixing the salad, talking to the child as he does.

"Careful girl, that guy is showing me how to make our dinner. You may not be eating it, but some of us don't want to have to call out for pizza again. It's pretty bad when they recognize your voice and don't even have to ask for your order."

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Jason sits in the middle of the bed, flipping though a book, not really reading just skimming. He can hear the others watching a movie, laughing at the predictable plotline. Ella's shrieks reach him occasionally, telling him that someone is playing with the girl. Dinner had gone over well, and no one had died yet, so apparently he'd done a good job.

Now he was sitting there, moping for some reason he couldn't figure out. Wanting to be alone, but not really.