Sea of Secrets

Chapter 3: You Have A Boat, Right?!

"Dinner's all set!!"

Oh wow, that smells delicious.

With that thought in mind I rushed on over, out of my borrowed room and into the kitchen with a smile. Both the shirt and shorts were slightly big on me, and my under garments were still slightly wet, as well as my hair, but it felt nice to not be dead, that's for sure. As I drew near my steps slowed down, and before me the kitchen appeared.

Before I even thought about taking in the room's appearance, I closed my eyes and sniffed the air. There wasn't any real smell, most likely because Patton hadn't cooked much, but what he did smelled absolutely amazing. Other then that it smelled just like the salty ocean, a perk of being surrounded by water I bet.

"It smells amazing, Patton!" I compliment, opening my eyes to look at the kitchen surrounding me. It wasn't that big if I'm honest, but that didn't make it any less open. The wall farthest from me held more white cabinets similar to the ones in the lab, as well as a silver stove and oven. There was a gorgeous marble counter with more cabinets and drawers underneath, and to the right it curved to where a sink sat.

Going past the sink the wall stopped and a bar appeared, three coral blue stools sitting beneath it. A sort of white window stood tall on the bar top, letting us look into the kitchen where Patton was currently plating our food. Happily I took a seat at one of the stools, holding my head up with my hands.

"Thanks, Y/n! Sushi is a specialty of mine," he replied with that ever-lasting grin, revealing plates full of sushi. There were California rolls, Crunchy rolls, Rainbow rolls, and more. I couldn't help but lick my lips as he set a plate before me, as well as a glass of water.

"You've certainly outdone yourself today, Patton," Logan suddenly commented from behind me, making me jump as he walked past. Patton set the other two plates on the opposite sides of the bar before dragging the leftover stools over, confusing me slightly.

"You could've just sat next to me, y'know," I offered with a small chuckle. Patton just sent that same smile my way.

"I know, silly! I just like to think eye contact is better for talking," he tells, sitting down at that. "Even if the cabinets make it a little uncomfortable," he added after a moment.

"Oh, I could move so you guys get the more comfy side," I tell, standing up and grabbing my plate.

Logan put his hand up, taking a seat on Patton's right. "It is perfectly fine, Y/n. Patton insists on us doing this every night, we're quite used to it." At that I slowly sink back down, deciding to just focus on my food. So, I grab the chopsticks I was given, and take a delicious bite of a California roll.

"Mmmm," is my response as I take my time to chew and swallow.

"You like it?" Patton questions with a giggle.

"Definitely! You've got great skill, Pat!" One seems to smile at the nickname while the other bristles. My brow arches, but I don't comment as we take the next few minutes to eat in silence.

...

Very awkward minutes.

Suddenly, Logan clears his throat, halfway done with his meal as he looks my way, pushing up his glasses. "So, Y/n, Patton told me your father and I share a similar occupation?" he questions, and I hold back a chuckle at how formal he talks.

"Mhm! He's had the job ever since I was a girl! He's getting close to retirement though, as much as he wants to continue working," I explain simply, grabbing another piece of sushi.