“I do hope you know,” Graves speaks calmly, not even bothering to turn his head your way. “that just because I’m not looking directly at you, doesn’t mean I can’t see you eating half the ingredients in my peripheral.”

This makes you pause in your tracks, staring hungrily at the item you’d been advancing towards all the time you thought he wasn’t looking.

Graves just nods in mild approval as you resist the urge to eat more. “Lucky I bought extras, huh?” he rolls his eyes, rummaging around in the shopping bag you’d just brought home after having sought out these ingredients, and retrieving replacements for all of the things you’d eaten. “Don’t eat these ones — I mean it.”

The two of you are supposed to be cooking together, as Graves thought it would be something relaxing to do while on leave. And it is relaxing… For you, since you’ve been doing none of the work, and making zero effort to put a cap on your seemingly insatiable appetite.

Without looking over to you, Graves motions towards the whisk on your side of the kitchen counter. “Make yourself useful and slide that over, stupid.”