Mm. [He knows he'd still clean his plate even if it was near inedible, but that it's good is certainly inspiring. He reaches to smooth her hair over her shoulder, just for an excuse to touch her, and then he eases out of her space.] You could have made twice as much and I still would have.
[She glances his way when he moves, knowing short doses are less likely to have them falling into one another too quickly. He's right to put distance between them. She rinses the cup and sets it aside to dry.]
If that's a hint, I'll take it into consideration for tomorrow's dinner.
I don't know, yet. I was going to decide in the morning. I suppose I'm open to requests...
[She's slowly but surely working her way through a stack of cooking magazines, but a proper cookbook is sitting oj the counter. The possibilities are endless as long as you know how to measure correctly.]
[Or anything with meat, really, but a man loves beef like nothing else. He also doesn't want to stretch his imagination to anything else; he's still looking at her, worried that he's revealed too much, even if she liked it.]
[Boys!!! Jill shakes her head, laughing still. She takes her hands out of the sink and dries them on a towel before grabbing a paper bag from the end of the counter.]
Here. I bought us pastries for dessert. The inside is colorful and he won't complain.
[She hands the bag to Clive, smile wide.]
He must still be hungry if he's got an ear to the kitchen. You should bring these to him with haste.
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If that's a hint, I'll take it into consideration for tomorrow's dinner.
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What are you planning to make?
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[She's slowly but surely working her way through a stack of cooking magazines, but a proper cookbook is sitting oj the counter. The possibilities are endless as long as you know how to measure correctly.]
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[Or anything with meat, really, but a man loves beef like nothing else. He also doesn't want to stretch his imagination to anything else; he's still looking at her, worried that he's revealed too much, even if she liked it.]
But anything is good.
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Steak it is. I doubt Joshua will complain.
[With a side of potatoes. No carrots.]
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[He doesn't bother dropping his voice; if Joshua hears that, so be it.]
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I heard that!
[Definitely from Joshua's room.]
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Clive's not wrong...]
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Of course!
[He is, however, the only person permitted to eavesdrop.]
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Here. I bought us pastries for dessert. The inside is colorful and he won't complain.
[She hands the bag to Clive, smile wide.]
He must still be hungry if he's got an ear to the kitchen. You should bring these to him with haste.
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Did you already have one?
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[Joshua is to be pestered by them both, thank you.]
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[He reaches over to her to squeeze her shoulder before heading out of the kitchen.]
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