"Bunch of stuff," he said, holding the hot-cold bag up. "Figured you and Danny could both use a few meals that would keep as good leftovers. It's mostly Bulgarian because that's about all I know how to cook--so you've got mixed grill, moussaka, and a couple different soups."

He smiled, gentle and adoringly, looking at Alex and Edie. He was maybe, a little, sad about it. Seeing her made him think of Beca, and all he could think of for a moment was hoping she stuck around. That was selfish, so he kept it to himsel.

"Also? Good ground coffee from the Slavic store."