“I like to have fresh meat,” Seth said to Dana over the sizzling pan. “So sorry there’s not much of it, but I wasn’t expecting to cook for another person. It kinda occurred to me today that I might now have worse sense of taste because of the nose. You know, like when you have a cold. But I have enough experience with the basic cooking to know what kind of spices I’m adding anyway.” He looked over his shoulder at the woman’s blank face covered in bandages in the same way his was. He was wondering whose nose would heal better. He presumed it could be hers, since she was the one to deal with the fractures, but then again Dom seemed happy with what she did with Seth’s nose. It couldn’t be that bad.

“I can eat some veg, if you have any,” she muttered absentmindedly. Smiling didn’t seem to come to her naturally, which unnerved Seth more than he’d like to admit. It meant every second of their interactions from before the fight was as staged as Dom’s fake personas.