Sounds like somebody's wishing he did the cooking as well as the entertainment. [ she crinkles her nose at him; the joke finally draws her attention away from her fervent searching, and her gaze hovers on him, lingering in the way that allows everything else to fall away.

it's only been a few weeks, but he's become her favorite song from years ago and she's left trying to remember the words. there's just something about a wedding that leaves her particularly enamored. there are a million things she wants to tell him about how it hasn't been the same without him, but instead she just grins and reaches over to steal a fry from his plate. ] But, hey, I mean, if you don't want them ...