You knew that Constantine wasn't good at cooking. He literally almost blew up his kitchen making eggs somehow!

So, you decided to be nice. Lately, you've been bringing him food. You know, small lunches whenever you knew you two would bump into each other.

At first, he accepted it while giving you a bit of a strange look. He didn't seem too sure how to react. Now, though? He smiled when he saw you coming over. "Ah, if it ain't my savior. You got something special for me this time, you said?"