When it got around three oclock he would start to prepare for dinner, tonight being simple with a big pot of spaghetti. He bent to open the stove and retrieved the small glass dish with a mitted hand, setting it aside to give the tin covered garlic time to cool off. The butter dish sat at the ready as he peeled open the tin and squeezed the softened cloves into a small bowl.
He hit it with olive oil and sea salt and scraped the butter stick inside with it, incorporating it with a fork and sprinkling fresh chopped parsley as he did so.
His dinner routine was favored by several members of the staff; he would connect his phone to the speaker on the counter and play a relaxing classic rock mix, attracting Piotr , Logan and even Nate to rest in the kitchen as he worked at preparing the meal.
Currently Nate and Logan were at the table together, sharing beers as they brooded to the music , occasionally muttering along to some of the words.
Piotr sat at the breakfast nook with an open book, the title and writing where russian so scott couldn't be nosy like he wanted. Scott retrieved a fresh slice of toast as it popped from the toaster and spread a small bit of the garlic butter onto it.
“Piotr, can you taste test this for me?”
He offered the bread on a napkin and Piotr gratefully took it. He had seated himself so close to where Scott was working in hopes he could get an early bite.
He took a bite and nodded approvingly , going in for the second before giving his opinion.
“I'll take that as a ‘its good””
He smiled at Piotrs sheepish expression and began to spread the remaining butter onto several slices of deli bread, filling two pans that were quickly popped into the oven.
“Your efficient”
Logan drawled as he approached the counter and Scott offered him his own slice wordlessly.
“Nate?”
He offered the man a slice as well and he glowered from his spot at the table before slowly rising and walking over to take it. Scott gasped in mock shock.
“Whaaat he's actually being social”
Nathan rolled his eyes and munched quietly on his garlic bread.
“And yes logan i try to keep up the pace”
He stirred the pot on the stove and tested the noodle, still a few minutes before it would be ready. He heard the click of cowboy boots across the linoleum and the garage door being opened then shut signaling Logan's departure.
“Once this is all said and done im gonna finish the dishes and head out, I gotta do some grocery shopping before everything closes”
He stated over his shoulder to piotr who was cleaning up his crumbs.
“That is fine”
Dinner was finished after two hours of eating and relaxing with the residents.
“Thanks scott it was great”
He gave Hank a smile as the furred man placed his dish on the counter and left back to his lab.
Piotr stuck around after dinner and finished gathering up the dishware on the table , joining the man at the sink.
Scott stepped aise and began rinsing the dishes piled in the clean basin and wiping them down as Piotr took over the washing. They worked side by side in silence, rocking slowly to the music as they did so. He dried the last dish up and reached to place it in the cabinet, straining on the tips of his toes to do so. Piotr simply reached over him and took the plate from his grasp, easily setting it in its place.
“Show off”
They shared a laugh and lapsed back into the comfortable silence.
“Well aren't you two just adooooorable”
They both groaned as wade stepped into the room with his own dishes in hand.
“We just let the water out so you get to wash yours”
Wade groaned in dismay and slumped against Scott who let out an ‘oof’ and struggled to hold his weight up.
“Dammit, unf ,wade your to heavy”
Scotts knees were starting to bend as Wade bared down more and he pushed back against him as hard as he could but Wade was stronger.
“Pitor, help”
His legs were shaking now and Colossus couldn't help but chuckle.
“Wade, please”
The chromed man lifted the other by his shirt and set him aside, scott adjusting his shirt and scowling at Wade.
“The bullying i face here is astronomical”
Scott dried his hands completely and retrieved his tote bag from its spot on the back of the breakfast nook chair.
“Am I free to go?”
He asked as he pulled his truck keys out of his bag and turned to the two men.
“Da, please drive safe”
Scott smiled and waved his goodbye, making his way to the front door and into the cool evening air. The large garage door was up and Scott whistled to himself quietly as he walked in and to his truck.
Logan rested in a folding chair beside his fridge with beer in his grasp, bike propped on its stand beside his seat.
“Heading out?”
“Yep, gotta get some shopping of my own done”
“Hm”
He opened his truck door and hopped inside rolling his window down and leaning across the cab to roll down the other.
“Think you could get some more of those big oranges?”
Logan's request was a bit rushed and Scott knew he had debated hard on if he should have asked or not.
“Sure i don't see why not, i can get a bag just for you out here if you'd like”
“Yeah . i'd like that”
Scott smiled and nodded before shutting the door and cranking up.