[ the jostling, if nothing else, diverts keith's attention away from shiro's cheek. as long as shiro isn't flinching or tensing up from the proximity, that would imply this closeness is okay. more than okay? keith tries to keep that in mind as he breathes out and smiles. ]

Don't have a clue.

[ after getting booted from the garrison, keith had been forced to start being fairly resourceful when it came to food. he can cook, sure, but spending money on a lot of ingredients at the grocery wassn't exactly sustainable from week to week. trapping and hunting had definitely come in handy again in the quantum abyss, though needless to say that hadn't been cooking from a recipe either. all in all, it's been.. a while since keith's tried making a proper step=nnu=step recipe meal, but... ]

As long as you're not handling any kitchen equipment, I'm sure it'll go fine.

[ he gives shiro's belly a playful patpat with his palm before reaching up to playfully flick shiro's prosthetic arm. ]

But maybe we could use your arm as a grill.

[ part joke, part not, keith lightly skims his fingers over shiro's chest before settling it back on his stomach. ]