What The Luck!?

"Well, we could look at the kitchen but it is pretty average" Art was shrugging and opened a door revealing the kitchen he had just called average.

There was endless stainless steel. The fridge could fit enough food to feed a family of five for a month. There was even a walk in freezer humming in the corner. The countertops spread wall to wall except for where there was a massive mixer.

"You said this was average!?" Jane was about to pick her jaw from the floor since she had dropped it as soon as they walked in.

"Well, yeah. This is where most of the food for entertaining is prepared. It's pretty average when compared to commercial kitchens." Art had cooked in Asher's kitchen and seen a normal family kitchen. Comparing the two he had come to believe that the average may be different but that was just because of what they were used for.

"Dude, they are totally different than an average kitchen. Even the tools and machines are high end. What commercial kitchen has a bread slicer in it? Last I saw the staff cut bread at the restaurants I went to." Asher was floored just like Jane. He couldn't meet Art in the middle by calling this average.

"Pfft, whatever. Let me grab some snacks from the freezer. My macaroons should still be there. We can afford them since it's moderation and they are made with real fruits and home ground almond flour." This sounded too expensive and As Art opened a box he had pulled from the freezer Jane and Asher thought they had found gems.

"I swear if you say you made these I will lose it." Jane was trying to accept that Art was some master chef in disguise but it was just too much. She and Asher were always shocked by his ability.

"The blue one is blueberry and lemon. We have a garden out back with a blueberry bush and lemon tree. The orange is orange and vanilla cream. My play on the orange cream popsicle." Art just went on with an introduction of the flavors.

"Yesh man, you need to teach me to make these. If Cara ever finds out she will hound you for them for life." Asher was partly joking when he realized that Art was now wrapping up the box to take back to Asher's when they left. Jane and Asher just smirked at each other a little before they finished their snack and followed Art out to the hallway.

"This is the training area. My brother used to use it a lot before he started to stay at the hero corp offices. Now it is pretty much just here. It's not as amazing as the elite home gym system but it has some similar features. It can record movements and allow us to watch them back. Plus there are plenty of dummies and equipment. Most of it is old though." Asher was glad to finally see something worn and well used instead of polished a shiny.

"This looks like it got a lot of use. I think this is the most normal room so far." Breathing a sigh of relief Asher checked it all out and found that some of the weights were twisted in odd ways from the metal controlling super powers Art's brother had. He kept it to himself not wanting to bring up anything else that could put Art off.

Jane, however, but her tongue and spoke. "You know, lifting heavier and heavier weights with your super power would probably be smart training. You should also get some mercury of liquid metals to train with." Jane had been thinking about everyone's training programs and wanted to help.

"That's a good idea. I have been slacking off when it comes to figuring out how to train with liquid metals. I was going to ask you guys if I shroud start heating up tin in a fire pit or something." Art was laughing while Asgher gave him thumbs up. Jane couldn't hello but think about how all boys were dumber than bricks sometimes. "You guys can definitely come to use this gym though. Everyone can. But I don't think I am ready to be around here a lot yet…" Art trailed off.

Asher tossed an arm around Art's shoulder, "You know we will abuse the heck out of your gym, right?" The two laughed and Art dragged Asher from the gym with Jane behind them. Jane smiled since she was glad Asher had been so quick to make sure the atmosphere didn't get too depressing for Art.

"The storage room is down there so all thats' left s the last wing of the house." The group followed Art to the opposite end of the first floor. This looked a lot cleaner and more organized than the other areas. "These are mom and dad's personal labs. No one is allowed inside and they have the only key cards to the doors. Even my brother isn't allowed. That is one very big rule. Everyone is allowed their own research area if they so desire it. It's a big deal since everyone has been some researcher or such in hero corp. That's one thing my brother and I both have in common, we aren't researchers nor will we be."

"Oh, I would not want to test ab evo shot you made." Jane pretended to be afraid and hid behind Asher. Art reacted with an evil expression and pretend to be flicking a syringe to inject an imaginary evo shot. The skit went on as Asher explored a little to the end of the hallways.

"That's the greenhouse entrance. My grandmother and grandfather chose to combine their labs and made a greenhouse instead. They decided as they got older that work and home were separate and they made a massive garden in the back yard and greenhouse. My grandmother unkempt is when my grandfather passed on and then I helped her. Eventually, it became too much and we hired an expert with the super power to control plants to a small degree. Come on in."

The warm damp air hit them full in the face and the scent of damp earth filled their noses. The color of green was the only thing they noticed before the large greenhouse fully took shape in their eyes. "There are so many plants in here that  can't even see a trail." Asher was feeling lost in a forest.

"What do you mean? Look at your feet." Art pointed out a trail of pebbles set up to stop plants from growing and took the lead.

"The flowers are amazing. Some of them even have petals that are multiple colors." Jane was falling in love with the exotic flowers that were in the greenhouse because they were unable to grow outside.

"Believe I or not, my grandfather crossbred them so that he could change their medicinal properties. He used to make a bunch of tea with them and some medical salves. He said they were old school but would make you feel better since you had a hand in making them." Art could barely remember these words but they had stuck with him since he could barely walk.

Explain to me why you want to be a hero again? You could be an epic farm to table chef. It's way different than I am. I have no idea what I would do other than be a hero now. Well, other than a gambler." Asher couldn't help but make the joke. He knew that his super power would make it illegal for him to gamble because it was the same as cheating.

"Asher, you can do literally anything with your super power and I'm pretty sure it will work out."Jane was crossing her arms and shaking her head while Art held back a smile. He knew that Asher was asking to be lectured since his super power was literally luck related. He would be able to go and find success pretty much everywhere to some degree, even if it was an accident.

Asher shook his head and continued on the pebble path until they three came to a large set of glass doors. "This is where the real garden starts. My dad still jogs through it a few times every morning to work out." Art opened the door to display multiple paths through a massive garden that could rival any privately owned floral park. There were different fruit trees and berry bushes along with many herb patches. Art just smiled wider since this was his favorite place other than the kitchen.

"Yeah, we need to come to jog here with your dad. It would be way better. Plus there are snacks everywhere. The elite home gym system is going to love this for healthy eating." Asher moved to the large blueberry bush and pulled a few off.

"Art, are you sure you aren't ready to move back? Asher and I can just live with you." Jane was joking but she looked like she might consider it since Art could live such a luxurious lifestyle. However, Jane and Asher were both glad that their friend wasn't some rich corrupted jerk.. Art had managed to grow up pretty well so far.