Phoebe had spent the morning preparing for Jude's arrival - mainly with a trip to the market to stock her shelves. Keeping her son fed was nearly a full time job! But it was a labor of love, and she didn't regret a second of it. So it was no surprise to see him walk through the door around noon. What was a surprise was seeing Harper, with a basket of something.
"Hello to you too!" she called after Jude with a laugh as he spent all of three seconds in the cabin. Much of the contents would look familiar to Harper, a mish-mash if things from their homes in Torchline and Stormbreak. Her taste hadn't changed much at all.
She crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter as he spoke. Her brows rose in surprise. "You want to cook...with me?" she said. Except for the rarest of occasions, Phoebe had always done the cooking in their relationship. She had near insisted on it, looking to maintain some level of traditionalism from her home world. But she smiled at him with a lighr chuckle. "Sure, why not. What is it you want to make?"
"Hello to you too!" she called after Jude with a laugh as he spent all of three seconds in the cabin. Much of the contents would look familiar to Harper, a mish-mash if things from their homes in Torchline and Stormbreak. Her taste hadn't changed much at all.
She crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter as he spoke. Her brows rose in surprise. "You want to cook...with me?" she said. Except for the rarest of occasions, Phoebe had always done the cooking in their relationship. She had near insisted on it, looking to maintain some level of traditionalism from her home world. But she smiled at him with a lighr chuckle. "Sure, why not. What is it you want to make?"
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
