The Prince, The Gangster, The Teacher, And The Poet (Sander Sides Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-The Meal

Memento Mori, my friends. Unus...

TW: Cooking, mentions of polyamory (but if that's a trigger, you really shouldn't be reading this story), but this one's pretty much just Royality fluff. Enjoy!

"Are you sure you don't mind? We can't help at all?" Logan was asking, as Patton waved him off.

"You two go ahead and practice! Roman and I can handle the cooking." Patton grinned at Roman, who nodded. It had been a long day for everyone, the night before, they had gotten attacked again. Thanks to Virgil's planning, though, they were able to fend them off fairly quickly. Patton had noticed something as he had transformed into a wolf, they had the same smell as before. They were the same people. They were tracking them.

He obviously hadn't mentioned this to anyone, it would have terrified Virgil more than he already was, and Logan seemed to be on the brink of a nervous breakdown at any moment.

"Yeah, don't worry about us! We'll just be here waiting for you to return." Roman said as dramatically as possible. Patton bit back giggles as Logan rolled his eyes. 

"We will be back shortly." Logan adjusted his glasses.

"Yeah, and we expect dinner ready. Now come on." Virgil teased, before grabbing Logan's wrist and dragging him off to a small clearing Roman had found while gathering wood. Patton turned back to Roman with a grin.

"You ready to cook?" Roman paused.

"Wait, you were serious?" He looked around. "I've never cooked anything in my life!"

"Well, now is an amazing place to start! I have an amazing recipe for pasta, there's really no way to mess it up! we just need to get the pot..."

"What pot?" Roman looked cautious, and Patton grinned. 

"This pot!" Patton pulled out his bag of cooking supplies. It wasn't anything big, a small pot, and a few light pans. but it was enough to make food with that wouldn't drive them all insane. 

"You were carrying that the whole time?" Roman's eyes widened, and Patton laughed.

"I thought we might need them! And they weren't that heavy." That was a lie. The first few days when Patton carried the utensils were horrible. He would have to shift shoulders every so often so it wouldn't hurt too badly, but after the first three days of travel, it had gotten a lot easier. He wondered whether it was because of the transformation, or if he was actually getting stronger. 

"Alright... so what do I do?" Roman looked around, and Patton grinned.

"Grab the pot, and follow me!" Patton had seen a stream not too far off, and lead Roman too it. "Alright, fill the pot with the water, I'll help you carry it back!" Roman did as he was asked, and let out a soft grunt as he tried to lift it.

"Heavy... help?" Patton laughed, but quickly helped, adding his minuscule strength. It was enough to lift it above the water level, and they dumped a little out, before walking back to the fire. 

"Alright, so now..." Patton set the pot down. "We're going to need to let the water boil. Help me drag it closer to the fire?" Roman did and watched in awe as the water slowly started to bubble.

"Are we cooking now?" Roman asked, and Patton laughed.

"Not yet. We need to add the noodles." Roman's face fell.

"We didn't get noodles, Pat-" Patton shook his head.

"No, I always carry some food with me! I have a secret stash!" Patton quickly ran to his cooking bag, pulling out the box of noodles he brought with him. "This should be enough!" Roman's eyes widened.