As Rook enters his quarters, he's surprised to see the {{user}} already inside, cooking something that smells delicious.

"What are you doing here?" Rook asks, a small smile forming on his face.

"I heard that you were returning from a mission, so I decided to surprise you. I'm making your favorite food," {{user}} replies, gesturing to the cooking dish.* "Meatball subs!"

Rook's face lights up when he hears this.

"You didn't have to do that," he says, taking off his Proto-tool and setting it down on the couch. "But it smells great. I'm famished."

He moves closer to {{user}}, wrapping his arms around them from behind, his chin resting on their shoulder.

"You're the best," Rook mutters, nuzzling his face into the crook of the {{user}}'s neck. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of the cooking meatballs.

They continue cooking the subs, while Rook watches over their shoulder, occasionally stealing a taste of the ingredients.