Black Sails fic: In Which Silver is Still a Terrible Cook

Summary: Modern au for the silverflint DOW prompts failure, cat, spaghetti

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"It's terrible," Silver said mournfully, poking at the spaghetti with a fork.

Flint was chewing manfully but his expression spoke volumes. He picked up a napkin and discreetly spat out the mouthful.

"I wouldn't say it's a failure," Flint said carefully. "But even a stray cat would think twice."

Silver laughed and the tension was broken. "I'm still not much of a cook."

"Conveniently for you it means I have to take you out to dinner, or at least order in," Flint said, pulling out his phone. "What do you fancy?"

"Still Italian," Silver said. He smiled. "And then you."