Harry grinned at that, a little chuckle escaping him on the exhale. It was so easy being around Draco like this, and there was no point in attempting just how much he enjoyed Draco's proximity.<br/>"I'm not complaining," he answered, glancing over towards Draco. His smile widened; though Harry so transparently embodied every ounce of boysih giddiness he felt in that moment, he had no intention of<span style="font-style: italic">admitting</span>it.<br/>Harry's eyes once again dipped to the chicken, having rubbed in the salt and pepper Draco had sprinkled on them. Then, hand hovering over the skillet, he finally moved to properly starting dinner. After having placed the chicken thighs on the smoking hot pan, Harry finally stepped away to wash his hands at the sink.<br/>"Do you want the chicken over veggies or rice?" Harry asked as he dried his hands in the dishtowel, once again turning towards Draco, small of his back resting against the counter.<br/>"Rice," Teddy piped from the couch, making Harry glance over his shoulder with a laugh.<br/>"I wan't asking you,<span style="font-style: italic">kid</span>," Harry countered.