Dads Cooking (DNF)

~Chapter 1~Waiting For Sapnap~

Nobody's POV
To keep it short, Dream, George, and Sapnap where moving in together. While Dream and George had already made it to the house Sapnap hadn't arrived yet, he was coming very soon thankfully.
Minus a few unopened boxes in the corner Dream and George had unpacked everything.
Their house had a nice sized kitchen, three rooms all master bedrooms, two bathrooms, a main room, and a surprisingly not creeped basement. Outside was a small yard barely big enough for a dog as well as a garage for about two cars one already parked inside. Two stories. It was a nice house.
After unpacking pretty much everything it left Dream and George both on the couch scrolling through there phones. George scrolled through Twitter unsure of what Dream was doing. He peeked over his own phone noticing dreams phone case, it was a light blue with a little squid on the back. Pretty much identical to sapnaps phone case which George quietly giggled at before returning to his own phone.
"What's so funny George?"
George peered at Dream who was looking at him, his head being ski ghetto tilted as if a puppy begging for food.
"Nothing, nothing just read something funny."
Dream shrugged going back to his hand held screen.
About Two hours later it was already time for dinner. Well kinda. The house they were all going to be living in was in Florida so for Dream dinner was dinner, George's body was slightly off put bye the time zone. Even though he was not as hungry they agreed he should try to get used to the new time zone and dream said he would make dinner for the two of them.
George remained on the dark red couch while Dream stood up and stretched his arms before entering the kitchen to cook. George was completely oblivious to what ever dream was making in the kitchen, but what ever it was it smelled really good. He heard plenty of liquid noises and assumed it was soup or a really juicy chicken. When the cooking was done to George's surprise it was soup. It took on a chicken noodle color. He wasn't sure what was in it other then some vegetables and some meat but he trusted Dream. After a bite his taste buds might as well have exploded right then and there.
"Holy shit Dream- how is this so good?"
Dream snorted.
"I dunno, it's an old recipe from my dad with my own little twist. So ask him not me."
Dream said happily smiling at George.
George forgot for a moment that family existed before dreams sentence. George smiled back before continuing his meal along with Dream. It was fairly quiet other then the sounds of spoons hitting their bowls and drops of soup falling off their spoons back into the bowl below them. George had shovels through his leaving little bits of food that were mixed into the soup for flavor on the bottom of his bowl. Despite living the sound George was just a tiny bit picky pushing aside the bit of what he was unsure of what they were, moving them to the side. George felt like he had just eaten something from a pro chef. Normally he wasn't into food but he couldn't get over how good his meal was, so out of curiosity he asked Dream what exactly was the soup.
Dream thought for a moment before answering leaning his head into his hand supported bye his elbow onto the table.
"Let's see, we'll there is some roots, carrots, chicken, a bit of acholol, uh chives? There's a lot."
George rolled his eyes.
"I doubt that's all, come on what else!"
Dream again thought for a moment, a little longer then last time before perking his own head up.
He held up a tiny bottle, it was foggy.
"A little bit of my 'secret' ingredient."
Dream took a breath. before smiling.
"I also put a bit of sap-"
George's vision and hearing became nothing but a blur before Dream finished his sentence causing his to pass out on the table. The last thing he saw was dreams grassy green eyes peering down at him.
George head slammed on the table making a loud bang and scaring Dream. After flinching he chuckled.
"That was quick."

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