Mark looked around as Ace pointed out each of the chores he had done. All this for colored bubbles? Mark was... shocked. Ace would take it upon himself to help from time to time but he had never done so much. Of course everything he had done Mark would have to clean again, except perhaps the dishes. Ace seemed to have done a good job with that. The clothes... Mark couldn't see them at the moment but he worried at the phrase "all that stuff you put in".<br/>"Yeah, yeah," Mark said, looking at Ace's tired ecpression. He was getting much more weary than usual. He was hungry now, craving. Mark needed to be careful with him. "I'll eat with you if you really wish me to." Mark said, keeping his voice even. "You just have to come down to the table. I'm not going to eat in your childcave. It's enough of a mess as it is." Mark avoided the subject of hunting. He didn't want to go. It was always dangerous for the both of them. He worried too much about Ace though. IF he got hurt, which was likely, Mark would only put him in more pain when he brought ace home. With a glance down to avoid Ace's eyes he noticed the swollen ankle. "And what's this? Did you hurt yourself cleaning?"