// hope, is wonderfully messy //
“Sauce…,” she hummed to herself, already investigating the cupboards. She could hear him sampling the dish while she looked, and the Caretaker shook her head, glancing at him over her shoulder. “I take it the meat is done then? Check one of them to see if the middle is pink or not.” Though Sol had some earlier, dragons had a much more robust means and measures of digestion than humans, especially considering they’d eat most anything raw.
Eventually, she grabbed hold of several jars she’d had amidst the cabinets, placing the glass wares of tomato sauce down on the counter, options and decisions to be made. “Garlic…though I think we have enough of that with the onions…cheese…and plain.”
While he made considerations, she figured Mittens had earned the right to come back inside, and upon opening the door, found the glowering companion, and slightly scarred ball, on the stoop. It glared at Sol as it passed through to the living room, nose upturned and snooty.
Eventually, she grabbed hold of several jars she’d had amidst the cabinets, placing the glass wares of tomato sauce down on the counter, options and decisions to be made. “Garlic…though I think we have enough of that with the onions…cheese…and plain.”
While he made considerations, she figured Mittens had earned the right to come back inside, and upon opening the door, found the glowering companion, and slightly scarred ball, on the stoop. It glared at Sol as it passed through to the living room, nose upturned and snooty.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
