"Are you going to accuse me of mansplaining if I tell you that you can't live off wine alone?" Dante asked as he poured more seasoning over the pasta and stirred it again, a slight note of irritation that wasn't caused by Geovanna at all slipping into his tone. "You're not allergic to crab, are you? I'm sending some of this pasta home with you." He'd found an easy stack tupperware set on sale and here was the thing, he'd never been the type of asshole macho guy that thought there were certain things that should only be a woman's concern, it wasn't as if he saw tupperware and got angry about no one making him lunch, but he did get angry thinking about trying to teach Mena some of his grandma's secret recipes, about laughter in the kitchen during meal prep. It wasn't about not having someone to do things for him, it was about not having someone to share in the things he did. Now he still have leftovers, but like hell was he going to pack them up for Mena to take to work anymore. "Do you think Belle would want any of this?"