"Too bad. Means I can't spit into it," he mutters, tying the apron behind his back. It tickles his thighs where the loose ends hang down. Well, he's going to get used to that, he figures, once he's busy actually preparing dinner.

After opening the fridge and checking what it has to offer, he decides to do just what Jade requested: something light, so salad it is. Letting the water boil in the meantime, he cuts a piece of turkey breast into small slices. A bit of protein, a bit of fiber. Little to no fat and carbs. That'll hopefully be light enough.