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Syx chuckled, shoulders shaking, “I’m sure my Minion would feel the same way. His first real experience with sexuality in mammals was us both getting ‘real’ sex ed talks from Aunt Sarah. Minion was horrified and had to leave the room.”

“I’ll take your word on the fish preparation,” Syx crinkled his eyes in an embarrassed half smile, “I have been informed repeatedly that I don’t understand the delicacies of cooking and that I am not at all welcome in the kitchen,” his plate mostly clean, Syx set down his fork and left the greens untouched. He’d eaten the peas, that was enough in his mind.

Harrison burst out laughing.  “I can imagine,” he says.  “Poor little naive fish.  Looks like yours has about as much faith in your culinary abilities as mine.  That’s why I dine out or hire chefs.  Cocktails and things you can eat raw are about the extent of my culinary skills.  Wayne says its just like science and keeps telling me I just need to actually try.”  

He shrugged.  “But the truth is that it just holds no interest to me.  I’d rather watch him do the cooking.”  And he waggles his eyebrows.  “In nothing but a little ‘kiss the chef’ apron.”  He winks.  

“That’s what I keep telling Minion,” Syx ranted, hands flapping in the air as he spoke, “It’s just science and there are always bound to be a few explosions and fires! It’s all part of the learning processes,” he harrumphed and crossed his arms, “But apparently he hates learning because I’m on permanent ban. Again.”

His lip tucked into his mouth again at the mention of the apron, “Oh ho ho, that would never work. I don’t think dinner would ever get made if I was witness to such a thing. I’d find far too many places to kiss the wearer of that apron.”