It is a mad wild wonder that GL didn't stick his head into the apartment from the sheer depth of the smell of so many kinds of chicken dishes being cooked.

Soon enough, there's chicken cooled off enough to be picked clean, stock to be strained and left to set in the fridge, a new batch of stock to make from the newly picked-clean bones and rice to be put onto another pot. Brown rice of a batch large enough to cover both the meals for the Justice League and the apartment for lunch.

Which really is creeping up quickly on those working in the kitchen.

"...phooo...time for a break."