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It had been a rather lazy, though productive, sort of day for the Boundless, and had decided to treat herself to a home cooked dinner, which was a Nathan recipe of course. Having been coding and whatnot all day, slicing up many a food stuffs and lighting them on fire constituted a nice, soothing break.

She was in a simply tank top and rolled up boxers, which of course road low on her hips thanks to her tail, and her hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail. Though, it was rather hard to make a 'neat' sort of hairstyle with dreads. Her ears swiveled to pay attention to the sauce cooking on the stove behind her as well as the salmon steaks she was preparing.

The smells wafting from the kitchen were enough to reach rather deep into the mansion.

Mortimer was enjoying life. He had a hot date to the prom, he had just visited some other pretty ladies, and he had finally gotten the universal remote working again. The Fa'e, as had become custom, was clad merely in torn up shorts. Anything else was too much of a hassle to move around in with wings and talons and a tail, not only that, but it was too damned hot out to be romping around in pants and shirts and all that. Even with his attention on the computer, cooking food trailed all the way up to his room and an advanced sense of smell was not going to ignore that. Momentarily he lost himself in the smell, mouth watering a little bit, stomach reminding him that he hadn't eaten in a while.

Mind you, a while for Mortimer was about an hour. He picked himself up out of his chair and headed for the kitchen, trudging down the stairs, hoping to pilfer whatever he could from whoever was cooking. But when he saw who was, he promptly forgot what he had been thinking about. It was Sanura, that awkward little saber tooth girl, but she wasn't a little girl anymore. Instead he was faced with a beautifully built young woman, these... exotic looking dreadlocks, feline aspects that he appreciated oh so much and not only that, but she was COOKING! Morty staggered back a bit, the concept of growing up in these spurts was unusual even if he was prone to them, and he found himself shoving his paws in his shorts and diverting his gaze as soon as he could pry his eyes off of her. If it wasn't for the layers of fur and the lack of actual skin, he would of turned absolutely beet red.

Morty tromping down the stairs was to be expected, but his sudden stop was what caught the tiger's attention, and she watched him stagger backwards. It took all that she could muster to hold back the oh so amused and very knowing smirk. "Hello to you too Morty," she said with a low chuckle, her naturally low voice probably only adding to Morty's precarious position.

Turning most, but definitely not all, of her attention back to her cooking and placing the steaks in the simmering sauce on the stove, Sanura could not help but smiling. She knew she had grown, and she damn well knew she was hot. However, she had yet to receive a reaction like this from someone she knew personally. This was going to be fun.

"If you want to eat, you've got to help," the tiger replied with a toothy grin.

He shuffled from foot to foot, shifting his weight back and forth, tail coiled tightly around his ankle. The Fa'e couldn't say anything, to put it bluntly, 'the cat had his tongue'. Ones tongue couldn't stay tied for long when there was offering of food, despite the awkwardness. Just remember, Morty, she's like a sister. You wouldn't want to have sex with your sister. Just think of Winifred. That instantly cleared any unpure thoughts from his mind and body.

"Fine, but you know I can't cook." Voice was clean of all shakyness or any awkwardness in the tone as he walked into the kitchen and leaned against a counter. He wanted food, but if she wanted him to cook she'd have to be prepared for his awful talents in the kitchen.

"Then you can just do grunt work," she stated casually while bending over to pull out a serving dish from the cabinet next to the stove, small tail swishing ever so slightly. "I'm almost done anyways." Standing up straight, she set the plate on a clear end of the counter, behind Morty.

Returning to the stove, Sanura checked the steaks before flipping them and giving the pan a small shake back and forth. "Do me a favor and start cleaning up the mess on the counter," the Boundless murmured sweetly, pushing a shorter dread that had failed to be trapped by her hair tie out of her face with a dark finger.

After a while, she turned off the burners and put the lid on the fish to allow it to finish cooking.

Morty kept repeating a mantra over and over in his head, barely even hearing whatever the hell she was babbling on about. She's like your sister, She's like your sister, She's like your sister. Auauuuuaugghhh!! It nearly wasn't worth it, cleaning up the kitchen and trying to keep his mind as pure as the area around him and keeping his eyes off of her. It wasn't necessarily that she was all that good looking, but he had practically never seen her before and it was wierd to try and act so natural around a nubile young female...

He successfully ignored her for the most part, thinking the same phrase over and over as he enjoyed the scent of wonderful food wafting up towards him. A bead of drool was begining to form at the corner of his mouth, and for once not because of lovely lady flesh, but because of his hunger. As long as he averted looking at her too much he could make it through this!

Though the kitchen was spacious enough, Sanura, after noticing how Morty was acting, decided to have a bit of fun on top of cooking. And thus, the feminine wiles blossomed. Taking two plates and the appropriate silverware into her hands, she carefully squeezed herself by Morty, letting her chest brush ever so lightly against his back before ducking under the wing in her way.

The saber acted as if nothing had happened, and busied herself with setting the table. This gave her time to simply grin without him seeing her do so.

Once finished, she returned and began to put the various dishes into serving platters and bowls. "Oy, give me a hand with these," she commanded as she took two of the dishes, leaving two more, in either hand. They were taken promptly to the table, though she allowed her hips to saunter a bit as she walked. Only a bit though, she didn't want Morty to drop the food she had just cooked after all.

Morty was becoming mildly frusterated. This was just like with Sati, with her teasing him and torturing him with her damned... He couldn't even think the word, it was too awful! Any possible attempts at riling him up past her rubbing of his just caused him to become more irritated, but he hid it very well. All of this teasing, between Sati and Nyoka and now this girl who was supposed to be like his sister was just causing sexual frusteration and causing his mood to sour. It wasn't as if anything was ever going to happen between the two of them, and even if it was an option he couldn't as long as they live in the same house. That would be just too damned awkward.

So he helped her with the dishes and carrying plates back and forth, his mind switching from his mantra to mentally grumbling and complaining and bitching about everything there was to b***h about. Women were so damned evil. How could anyone call him mean, or a demon, or any of that when here he was minding his own business and chicks were trying to tease him 24/7! It wasn't possible for him to be expected to play nice and all that when all of these female types were mocking him.

Serving spoons were already on the table when Sanura sat down in front of one of the plates, frowning when she saw and could practically smell the souring of his mood. "Oh don't get your panties in a twist," she snorted, scooping some vegetables onto her plate with a sort of an eye roll. "I just grew, and therefore I'm allowed to have some fun. You just need to stop letting it affect you so much."

The Boundless made a tsk noise while picking one of the salmon steaks and putting it on her plate, along with some of the mashed potatoes that she had been craving for a couple of days. "Men," she chided, shaking her head.