"Well I figured you could cook something when Jude came home only half starving." she teased. Their son was always starving. Never hungry. Never peckish. Never full. Starving. It was as though he knew no other word to describe hunger.
She took the recipe from Harper. The Nightingale glanced it over. It certainly had a lot of components and moving parts. And it was far and away from the kinds of traditional, hearty meals she generally cooked. "Looks fun!" she said with a grin, setting the recipe on the counter. "We just have to make enough for there to be leftovers when Jude is done." she said with a laugh. Hopefully Harper brought enough ingredients with him!
She took the recipe from Harper. The Nightingale glanced it over. It certainly had a lot of components and moving parts. And it was far and away from the kinds of traditional, hearty meals she generally cooked. "Looks fun!" she said with a grin, setting the recipe on the counter. "We just have to make enough for there to be leftovers when Jude is done." she said with a laugh. Hopefully Harper brought enough ingredients with him!
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
