Sabrina can proudly say that she is the reason why Puck learned to cook. Even if he would deny it and retort that, no, he would never listen to anything she ever said. Regardless of his flimsy arguments, his culinary endeavors had started at the age of fourteen, two years after the Red Hand fiasco.

Sabrina found herself sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night, her stomach growling almost loud enough to wake Daphne. Almost-you'd need a turbo jet to jolt her awake.

The girl looked through the contents of the fridge, mumbling annoyed things about fairy boys and visiting uncles. Yes, she was happy that the two had finally come to visit for a prolonged amount of time-but seriously, why did Puck have to stay obnoxious and steal all of her food? And not just some of Relda's weird concoctions, real, honest food that she had to beg her well meaning Granny to make.

So yes, Sabrina felt like she had every right to grumble mean things about Puck, all of it fueled by rage at her imbecilic crush. Sabrina felt a blush come to her face at the thought, hands stilling on a shelf.

Great.

Two years of wholeheartedly mashing down her feelings and she still slipped up within her inner monologue. She shrugged off the feeling and kept looking. She was only fourteen. She was young and still had time to pull herself away from the edge-especially if he kept up this laughably small amount of communication. It was only the tiniest feeling of limerence, after all.

Honestly, how big could those feelings grow?

She had just pulled out some sad looking tomatoes when the light flicked on. Sabrina turned, thinking that Granny Relda was coming down to start one of her more time-consuming breakfasts.

"Grimm?"

Well. That wasn't the face or the voice that she'd been expecting.

"Puck?" she said quietly, her tone much more sensitive towards the people sleeping upstairs. She was rather startled by his appearance, and her brow furrowed. She hastily spoke before he could.

"Why are you up?" she whispered fiercely, hoping to high heaven that her cheeks weren't still red from she'd been thinking of earlier.

"I could ask you the same thing." he returned, voice low, picking up on why she was so quiet.

Sabrina huffed, placing the dilapidated fruit down then crossed her arms over her chest. "Gee, maybe because someone ate almost all of my dinner?"

Puck tilted his head in a questioning manner, and Sabrina had to kick the small corner of her mind that couldn't help but find the action cute.

"You eat?" he blinked at the foreign thought. "I thought you hated the old lady's food."

Sabrina let out an annoyed groan, unbelieving. Really, was Puck that dense?

"Of course I eat. I'm just not a fan of her, well, exotic dishes." Sabrina gave him a well practiced scowl. "But of course the day that I convince Granny to make me something normal, you had to get your grimy paws on it." Puck laughed a little too loudly and shifted his hands into tiger paws.

"Very funny." she muttered as he turned them back to normal. Sabrina's stomach let out a painful, empty growl. She grimaced, turning back to the food.

Sabrina loved seeing Relda, she really did. But right now she just wanted to cut their visit short and return to New York where she knew the pantry was full of sugary snacks.

She rummaged around for a minute before Puck spoke again. "Wait," he said, making her jump and spin to face him. He had come right up behind her, studying her like some sort of rare specimen that he had never seen. "You're actually hungry?"

The girl sighed, "Yes, I thought we covered this already, pus-brain."

The two considered the other for a few moments, and Sabrina couldn't help but think of how Puck had changed. He still had the same trouble maker grin and rotten taste in jokes, but he seemed like a bigger person.

Literally.

Puck was still growing.

This, of course, was a confusing concept for Sabrina. Why was he still growing up, especially after he had acted so vehemently against the very idea? ...Alright, so maybe she knew the answer.

But that didn't mean that she wanted to face it, no matter how excited it made that stupid girly part of her mind.

Sabrina was dragged out of her thoughts when she thought she saw a glimmer of remorse in his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as he blinked, his expression turning lax once more.

She slid away from him and picked up some recipe cards and thumbed through them, getting more and more discouraged the longer she looked at them. The cards were all beautiful and handwritten, most with descriptions. Unfortunately, they all came from crazy parts of the planet and many were taken straight out of fairy tales.

White Snake Broil-

While these snakes can be hard to come by, the results are worth it. (Side effects include talking to animals)

Wolf Haggis-

A new take on an old classic, served with Mediterranean spices. (Mr. Canis hates this dish)

Red's Bread-

I got this years ago, said to be the recipe from Red Riding Hood's mother-the secret is in the added troll saliva. (According to Red it's just as good)

Finally, Sabrina came across one that looked salvageable.

"Dragon Scale Pancakes," she muttered aloud with a yawn. She rubbed her hand over her eyes as she examined the ingredients. Luckily for her, everything seemed normal except the dragon scales, which she could just leave out. ("But, liebling," she could practically her grandmother intone, "the dragon scales are the best part!")

Sabrina turned to the usually quiet boy, noting his odd expression.

"Could you go get the flour? I need the all-purpose kind, I know that Granny keeps it some somewhere." Puck muttered something under his breath about the fact that he wasn't a slave, but still went off to find the desired item.

With Puck's help, Sabrina gathered all of the ingredients in a fraction of the time. She selected a bowl from the cabinet while Puck hovered over her shoulder in distinct fascination.

"What? Never cooked something before?" she said snidely, but instantly remembered who she was talking to. Her hands paused for a moment.

Had Puck ever had to cook any food for himself as a prince?

It had never occurred to her.

For some reason that made her sad, and it seemed a little depressing to have lived such a long life without ever having to work for it.

"Not really." he said to her rhetorical question, sounding a bit uncomfortable. "I've seen plenty of others do it-I know the basic concept of how it works and how to do it, but it's never been important to me. Plus," he added on superiorly, "cooking is a woman's art."

She had half a mind to slap him, but she was busy measuring out the flour. Instead she pressed, "You've never cooked anything?"

He shrugged noncommittally, not looking her in the eyes. "Jake showed me a couple of things, but we've mostly been eating out since it would take too long to do anything for ourselves."

Sabrina would've taken the conversation further, but a dull ache started behind her eyes. "Great," she groaned, rubbing at her temples even though it rarely helped. She'd had this problem before whenever she got too tired, the lack of sleep causing her to get a headache that lasted for hours if she didn't rest soon after getting it.

"You alright, Grimm?" Puck asked, leaning his elbows on the counter, eyes bright. How could he be so alert?

"Ugh. I'm getting a headache. I'm going to have to sleep it off." She made a move to go to her bedroom, but instead of walking she only made a vague stumbling motion. Puck chuckled at her difficulty.

"Wow Ugly, you look like a baby horse trying to walk for the first time."

Sabrina's cheeks burned and she snapped, "Just get over here and help me, fairy boy!" The world was starting to sway around her, and she tried not to show her panic.

With a dramatic sigh, Puck pushed off of the counter and scooped her right off of her feet.

"Gah!" Sabrina clutched his neck, her equilibrium offset from suddenly being carried bridal style. "You know, you could've just supported my side!" she squeaked, dizzy.

Puck laughed once again, mirth thick in his green eyes. "Nah, that reaction was worth it. Plus, picking you up like this means that later I get to drop you."

"You wouldn't dare." she growled, but held tighter to him, head still pounding.

He sensed her displeasure and assured her, "Calm down, dogface. I'm strong enough to carry even you, so no worries." he grinned down at her, eyes twinkling. "Yet."

Sabrina didn't respond as he walked over to the living room couch, which, thankfully, no longer had volumes and volumes of books choking the area. As Puck placed her down much more gently than he had implied, she yawned, and for bleary moment, she thought the corner of his mouth quirked into a smile.

"Thanks." she whispered, offering only the smallest gratitude to the egotistical boy. He crouched down to her level and gave her a smile that she could see this time.

"I'll just add this rescue to your bill. Really, you're getting yourself into some impressive debt." He himself sounded almost impressed. Sabrina shook her head at him, not willing to argue the topic.

As he rose to his full height, she mumbled, "What're you doing up anyways? It's like," a yawn, "way late." He gave her a dubious look, humor in his expression.

"When I heard you creeping down the stairs I had to go check because every other time you've done that it usually ended with you sneaking away." he then added arrogantly, "And who else is going to save your sorry behind if I don't?"

She accepted the explanation, watching hazily as he strode off, presumably to his room. But he left her wondering, one more question on her blurry mind.

Then why did you stay?

.-.-.-.

Sabrina awoke to the smell of something decidedly good. She sat up and stretched, grateful to find that her headache was gone. She glanced up at the clock, noting the early hour. The first few shimmers of dawn were only just arriving through the windows.

The girl got off of the couch and wandered over the kitchen, once again expecting Granny Relda and a kind, "Good morning, liebling."

Instead she was met with a nervous looking Puck and a stack of pancakes.

Sabrina cocked her head, trying to unsee the mirage in front of her. She scrutinized the apparition. He certainly looked real, sitting there drumming his fingers on the table.

But since when did Puck ever have food in front of him and didn't eat it?

Her bare feet made some noise as she walked over to him, and his head snapped up, hand stilling.

He sounded exasperated as he exclaimed, "Finally! I thought you were going to sleep forever."

A random voice in her head wanted to remind him that, in fact, it had been he who had eaten a poisoned apple of eternal sleep, not her.

"Puck? What is this?" she asked, confused. He rolled his eyes at her as she sat down across from him, pushing the plate in front of her.

"What does it look like, peasant? I made you breakfast."

Sabrina stared at him.

Then promptly burst into laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, sure." she managed after she'd calmed marginally, wiping a tear from her eye.

Puck looked offended. "Come on," he said, his voice just shy of whining, "I did."

Sabrina squinted at him, mood shifting to apprehensive. "You finished making the pancakes?"

He rolled his eyes again. "Obviously."

"But why?" she inquired, prodding the fluffy food. Her stomach announced its' presence and she grimaced.

He waved his hand dismissively. "Just eat the stupid food already, Grimm."

She gave him an uneasy glance and grabbed the fork that had been laid out for her. Tentatively, she cut off a piece and put it in her mouth.

She blinked.

Sabrina wasn't sure what she'd expected, perhaps that it would taste horrible or bland, but she certainly hadn't thought that they'd be good. Maybe it was just because of how hungry she was, but it tasted not just good, but great. She polished off three before he even handed her the syrup muttering that she ate like a starving wolf.

She was almost through half of them before she looked up at him apologetically, coughing as she forced herself to swallow.

"Did you want some?" she asked sheepishly, but Puck shook his head and looked down. She held out her fork.

"C'mon, I'm not pulling a prank on you, honest. They really are good. Unless..." she looked down at the plate. "...there's something in these that'll turn me green!" she shoved the pancakes away with an expression somewhere between betrayal and horror. Puck nudged the plate back, holding up his hands in a sign of surrender.

"There's no trick. Promise."

She poked at the food wearily then looked up at him.

"Then why don't you want any? You're always hungry."

Puck ran his hand down his face with a groan. "I know, it's weird. But for some reason it's...satisfying to watch you eat what I made." He looked at the ground like he was ashamed of himself, ashamed of doing anything that wasn't completely selfish.

Sabrina bit her lip, fighting a smile. "Wow, Puck. That's almost nice of you."

Puck quickly lunged forward, surprising her. He clamped his floury hand onto her mouth. It smelled distractingly like cinnamon.

"How could you say that?" he hissed, gaze frantically darting around, looking for anyone who might've overheard her statement. "Are you trying to ruin my reputation?" Sabrina rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away.

"Says the fairy boy who made me awesome pancakes to say sorry."

Puck blushed, and Sabrina smirked. Now, making Puck blush, that was satisfying. He hastily grappled back his usual persona, giving her a haughty look down his nose.

"This," he pointed to the pancakes in front of her, "is not an apology. I am royalty. I do not have to apologize to the likes of you." Sabrina grinned.

"Then, pray tell, what is this?" Puck opened his mouth, but for once, the boy had nothing to say.

Finally Puck found his voice and grumbled, "Just eat them before I do slip in something that'll make you grow a beard."

Sabrina snorted, and took another bite of the tasty food. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw him smile.

But of course not, Puck would never truly enjoy her presence.

"Mmm." she hummed stuffing more into her mouth, "Wait til Daphne has some of this, she'll melt into a puddle."

"Don't tell Daphne."

Sabrina glanced up at him, unbelieving. His face was completely serious.

"What? Why not?" His fingers started to drum on the table again.

"The rest of the family doesn't have to know about this little...incident."

"But these are amazing!"

"Of course," he crowed, grinning at her, "anything I do is amazing." he paused, mellowing, "But I want to keep this between us. I don't need any of them expecting me to do stuff like this for them." She thought about his words for a moment and gave him a sly grin.

"Oh? But you'd do something like this for me?" Puck choked, face turning rather red.

"This is a one time thing, Grimm. One time! Understand?"

Sabrina gave him a sickly sweet smile as she ate another bite.

"Of course. Just a one time thing."

For some reason however, Sabrina felt undeniably like a liar.

.-.-.-.

AN: This took forever but expect more of these two weirdos in the future. ^^ I have more planned and I hope to find time to write around school starting.