Malachi grinned when Chuck elbowed him; he loved their relationship, “You love it!”, he teased. Right now, no matter how many people were in the common room, the only one he saw was Chuck. To Mal, it was like all of these people were in his living room.

“Pu-leeez! Kat is Greek-American annnnd from the south! You think my girl don’t know her way around an avocado?”, he winked at her, “She’s gonna fillet Bobby Flay!” Mal cuddled in close and pulled part of her blanket over himself.

“Mmmmm!”, Mal licked his lips, looking over the goodies that Chuck had supplied, “You always know just what to bring”, he complimented. “I gotcha covered, babe…”, he promised, mouth full of brownie, regarding the treats for next week.

“Oh My God! My girl is making a creamy angel hair pasta with avocado and salmon!”, Mal exclaimed, “We need to make that, Chuck!” Malachi watched Iron Chef like he was watching the Super Bowl; he got himself so involved and so excited. You could tell by his eyes that he was taking mental notes. “Oh man, angel, this popcorn is wicked”, he commented, giving her a squeeze.

After a close-up shot of Kat Cora, Mal looked at Chuck and admired, “You know, Chuck, Kat is a hottie, but you are even prettier.” Turning back to the tv, he plopped a few pieces of licorice in his mouth and cheered on his girl.