Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
It's perfect timing, and almost cartoonish with how he passes her with a steaming stack of plates that carries their aroma straight to her nose and hooks her by it, sending her padding off in his wake to keep them firmly within sight. The fire outside is beautiful, but the purple and deep reds of the sky vainly holding onto the last bit of light is the real star of the show. Evie marvels at the early evening stars stubbornly peeking through in the darkest shades, and settles with her feet tucked beneath her into one of the lounge chairs as Deimos sets out his spread. "Think we can make this our permanent vacation home?" It's a spur of the moment thought, and they certainly don't need a second home, but it's a compliment unto itself. The lakehouse is beautiful, and even her hunger can't steal her attention away immediately, even though it triumphs shortly thereafter as she eyes the pancakes gluttonously. Serving herself, she reaches her free hand toward Deimos in search of his own, content to cut up her food with her fork if it means getting to hang onto a piece of him while they eat.
