<br/>“Nonsense,” Mark chided her lightly. “I said I would care for your needs. Part of that includes feeding you.” He turned away from her and began fishing around a cupboard, looking for a sauce pan. He pulled out a large one and laid in on the stove. He turned on the gas burner and let the pan heat up. To the fridge he went.<br/><br/>“Sit.” He turned back to the fridge. He pulled out some red bell peppers, strips of steak, and some corn. Throwing the meat into the pan, he let it sear. After it had seared he poured in some red wine to keep the meat from burning and add some strong flavor. Once the meat had been cooking for a bit, he tossed in the vegetables.<br/><br/>“Tell me more about yourself.” His eyes watched her, while his hands expertly worked of their own accord at moving and flipping the food in the pan. Mark was by no means a master chef. His meals tended to be 'simplistic'. He knew how to cook but couldn't accomplish overtly fantastic meals. Never would he starve, however.<br/><br/>Once the food was finished, Mark pulled out some plates, forks, and knives. Vivianna's food was placed before her and was bade to begin. Mark didn't eat right away, gathering glasses and drink as he was.