[Since Raikov had said nothing, Volgin had already sprung off the bed to take care of the oven. What was surprising was that his significant other had joined him, and beaten him to turning it off.

However, Volgin still needed to look at it, which soon enough he joined Raikov and brushed him aside to better crack it open and...

... it was faring okay. It looked ready to be taken out, which he reached over for an oven mitt and limped over with the tray to set it aside. The ends looked a little brown, but other than that, passable.

Most of his food had been really just "passable" these days. Something seemed off, like something was missing. Volgin glanced over at Raikov again, cocking a brow.]