"Beer, please. That'll be good while I cook."

He followed Peter into the kitchen, looking around, listening to him. They were all strays, weren't they, in some way or another. That was what the place made them. But Krem wasn't going to get philosophical right now.

He managed to set his bag down before Peter pulled him in and he purred into the kiss a little bit, running his fingers slowly up his chest and behind his neck to keep him close.

"Unless I should plan to cook later," he teased against the kiss.