"You are always welcome to stop by for dinner whenever you're in town," Kevin smiled at him. "And wedges are perfect."

"Would you like me to make little lettuce strips or chunks?" Will asked, putting his arms around Kevin's waist and kissing his neck.

"Just wash and tear like always, smart ass," Kevin chuckled. "And thanks, Logan. I hope it tastes good. It'll be nice to have an appreciative audience for my slaving over a hot stove."

Will playfully rolls his eyes and tends to the lettuce.