[SE] morning mist and silver sun

// hope, is wonderfully messy //

“Agreed,” she hummed, then grinned, for one meal where she oversaw the entire process didn’t mean he wouldn’t burn his own house to the ground at another interval. They’d have to plan out some other occasions.  And despite the quip about chairs, and the particular necessity of them around a table, she was content with this setup too, leaning back into his shoulder as they settled along the porch steps. Clinking her wine glass in return, she laughed once more, wholehearted and genuine. “And no fires,” she winked. “Start thinking about what we want next time,” and she’d have everything ready and prepared.

[FIN]

Lena

// we must weather the potential of happiness //