"Josh, Diego, let me help you guys with the cooking."
Sloane had barely stood up when Josh turned his head, shooting her a look that carried an undeniable tone of authority.
"Sloane, just sit there and rest. We've got this covered."
A moment later, a steaming mug of hot cocoa was placed gently on the table in front of her. The rich, sweet aroma of chocolate wafted up with the swirling steam.
"Drink this to warm up first. Dinner will be ready soon."
"Thank you, Josh."
Sloane was so used to taking care of everyone else that being pampered like this felt a little foreign to her. She felt slightly embarrassed, but a profound warmth spread through her chest.
"Dinner is served!"
A short while later, Diego's voice rang out from the kitchenette, dripping with undisguised pride.
Sloane walked over to the table and saw a full spread waiting for them—
Rich beef stew with tender potatoes, simmering in a thick, savory gravy.
Sautéed greens that somehow retained a fresh, crisp snap despite being rehydrated.
Canned ham seared to perfection, the edges curled and beautifully caramelized.
A tangy side salad packed with sharp vinaigrette, and a steaming pot of tomato soup that perfectly blended the acidity of tomatoes with silky ribbons of egg.
"Wow! Did you make all of this?"
Just then, Josh walked over holding a bottle of wine. He pointed a finger exclusively at the tangy side salad. "That is the only thing Diego made. And to be perfectly accurate, he just... tossed it. I made the vinaigrette."
Diego huffed. "...Come on, Josh, can't you just let me have my moment!"
"Hahaha! Josh learned all his culinary skills from me!" Professor Harrison chuckled warmly as he pulled up a chair. "Half the girls in our department fight over field assignments with Josh just to get a taste of the packed lunches he makes."

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