Cecil
Raizel was distracted at the moment while she watched the stream of pale steam swiggled out from the boiling pot. The bubbling sound made her left ear flicker from the sound. She remain perched on the stool like a perfect statue with her tail coiled around its long legs. When Owen placed a hand on her cheek, he would feel the smooth wooden texture that felt polished and incredibly cold. Rai's eyes blinks and then realized Owen is touching her face again. Then she lean her head to the side to nuzzle into his hand, making sure to not jab him with her antlers.
Alice
"Oh!" 
The small sound bubbled from Owen's mouth before he could tell it not to, his childlike sense of wonder displayed on his face, features made strange by the stove light illuminating them. 

"Your beast form, it's.. It's incredible," He murmured, transfixed by the sensation of supernaturally cool wood on his comparatively small, warm hand. Whoa. He ran a thumb across a cheek ridge, staring into a glowing eye. 

And then the oven timer beeped, knocking him from one trance back to another! The motions of grabbing bowls, straining noodles, and scooping sauce onto everything were second nature to the perpetually hungry half-nocturnal; Raizel got a slightly bigger bowl, but Owen didn't bother with a fork. 

"Done! It's hot, so, go slow."
Cecil
Raizel glanced around with a confused look when Owen just darted away towards the oven. There was a lot of questions springing up wondering why he suddenly bolted. Then she remembered about the food cooking on the element. And as soon as she caught sight of the large bowl of pasta, her eyes sparkled gleefully. "ThAnK YeW!" And she starts chowing down like a little gremlin with her maw buried into the bowl.

The way she is sitting on the stool was in a squirrel like posture.
Alice
"Of course!"

Some folks grabbed simple and empty late-night snacks, and Owen pitied the fools for what they were missing. 

"Stuff tastes better at odd hours, I swear." He felt like he was slobbering as much as Rai- this had to be his best batch yet. He tried (and failed) not to inhale it too fast; his late-night table manners were nearly as monstrous as Raizel's, it seemed! They matched. That made him laugh a little, a warm sound that came in short, crackling bursts. He had missed this kind of casual closeness, and willed the memory into a warm, safe place in his chest, careful not to let it slip by too quickly.
Cecil
Rai didn't care who come and goes from the kitchen while she wolfe down the pasta hungrily. She's unaware of Owen's inner feelings and expressions while she was too occupied with her meal. Due to her having a snout, she have to gobble the noodles up like a lizard to have her head tug back a bit. There was a smear of sauce on her wooden lips by the time she finished her bowl of pasta. The next thing she did is licked the remaining grub with her long forked tongue inside the bowl.
Alice
"There's more if you want some," Owen offered to the creature slurping the remainders from her bowl. He took a swig of water and rose to grab some more for himself, yawning softly. He might actually get to bed on time tonight. 

*Man, I don't feel like doing these dishes*, sluggishly grumbled a thought. Welp. At least he had company- pleased with spaghetti and without the looming pressure of carrying a conversation, Rai's presence was nice. He allowed himself to feel comfortable in it for a little while.
Cecil
She nods with a derpy smile as she held out the large bowl for Owen to pour seconds. Rai appreciate Owen a lot for inviting her to the kitchen to cook pasta, even though he did a large majority of work. This was a new thing for her to discover that she enjoys new food that the humans invented. Maybe its not such a bad thing being in Newton Cradle? At least there are some prons and cons about this place. Raizel gobbled down her meal like the first before washing the empty bowl. She wasn't too much of the talkative type due to her stuttering. The monster girl grab a dish towel to use it to wipe her maw with it to clean the sauce off before placing it aside. No one had told her anything about the rules of the kitchen yet.
Alice
Talking was effort now. Humming wasn't. A low, sweet tune rumbled in his throat, a fuzzy blanket on the cool night. He considered saying something about using the dish towel as a napkin, but he figured it wasn't too weird. That, and he somehow processed it an entire ten seconds afterward. Eh. 

"Thanks for keeping me company," Owen half-yawned, finishing off the last of the dishes. "You'll teach me something next, ay?"
Cecil
Rai didn't mind Owen humming while she dried the dishes before putting them away in the cupboards and drawers. After eating a large meal, Rai was beginning to feel tired now. "MhM..." She nods sleepily.
Alice
Warm feeling swept into a safe corner, Owen was also dozing off; he had barely noticed when he switched off the stove light, plunging nearly everything into the strangely deep darkness that this place held. This was a good mental place to wind down. In a comfortable haze, he walked up to Rai one more time, lightly wrapping one arm around her opposite shoulder and pressing their cheeks together; it was a sincere expression of affection, one that had felt right since he was too little to get why some found it weird. Here, in the late hours, he was closest to that child again- anxieties and their inhibitions loosened their holds and revealed a sweeter creature. 

"Best get to bed now, Rai."

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