"Organic, even," Adam said, though that wasn't really his concern. The food he had grown up eating had been inorganic, instant, and intolerable to anyone with a decent palate and Adam still defaulted to Hamburger Helpers and Easy Mac without thinking. Adam shook his head at himself and wished, again, that he'd known better.

"That requires that any of us actually know how to cook." He smiled back at Ronan and then leaned comfortably against him. There was no other party where they could be like this except for a small, intimate gathering like this. It made him oddly grateful to Henry Cheng.

"Noah can cook pretty well. We can cook enough to not die. I don't know what Blue cooks."