Daniel nodded at that and moved quietly through the kitchen, pulling out that things he would need to cook with. He would keep it somewhat simple, or so he thought, but cooking for him was like those kata exercises for his husband... it gave him a chance to focus and find some sense of calm. By the time he'd finished what he was doing, he'd made enchiladas and set them in the oven to cook.

"It's going to take about forty minutes or so for them to cook," he said quietly.