"Wow, that smells great, Steve!" Dylan said as he walked into the kitchen. "Things look close to ready!"

"I mean, I am a sous chef." Steve said, looking back at Dylan as he leaned back. "Though I'm not used to doing this in heels with a new set of weights in front of me!"

"Weights? What... oh, yeah, right." Dylan said. "They do make you look great in a dress, though."

"Not denying that." Steve said with a smile. "Just affects balance and when you're getting stuff out of a hot oven and your balancing has shifted..."

"You didn't burn yourself?"

"No, but I do need to be careful. If that's the worst thing I'm dealing with for this body, then I'm in good shape."

"You do like it, don't you?"

"I do like it, Dylan, and I know you like me with it."

"You know, I don't even miss her. You and I are so much better."

"I doesn't hurt when she left you she stole my body either. Weird as hell way to meet, but still, this has been good. And, speaking of good, help me get this all to the kitchen table." He motioned to the prep counter nearby. "We've got a meal to dig into."