“When I invited you over to help with the furniture, I certainly didn’t expect to get a free meal out of it aswell!”, Jarrod laughed a little nervously, scratching his left arm contemplating if he could use it to help in any way. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, cooking is just a passion of mine. I do it whenever I need to rearrange my mind. Well… that and running.” “I’ve heard you finished a halfmarathon recently!” “Yeah”, Sirius didn’t move his eyes from the onions, chopping in a monotone rhythm, “but only because I took the wrong turn. Wanted to complete the marathon, ended up at the wrong finish line.” - A quiet chuckle snuck from between his teeth, escaping through the fume hood. He pushed the little onion cubes aside with the back of his knife and reached for an eggplant. “So… none of your family members could get around to help you move? Do they not live nearby?” Jarrod hesitated for a moment, inspecting the three red lines his nails had left on his forearm. “Well, uh, we don’t