The white sheep of the family
Shrugging, Loren gave Weaver a bemused look. "I always told people I just needed time to get over my losses. I don't know why that was so hard for everyone to believe." However, as she encouraged him, he smiled. "Thank you." He was legitimately grateful, for this and all her patience.
As she kissed his cheek, he let out a huff of laughter. Leaning further forward himself, he kissed her forehead, equally chaste. It was equally clear that he was messing with her as much as she was messing with him.
Toasting to her offer, he grinned. "I'm going to hold you to that. For now, cheers." He sipped from the cider, humming approvingly as it trickled down his throat. "How are those recipes going, by the way?" Expression curious, he curled his fingers around his cup.
"You? A handful? Never." Tone teasing, he nevertheless nodded at her next statement. Then his eyes narrowed in playful and totally mock annoyance. "And just what is that supposed to mean?" He poked her in the ribs, though it was gentle.
As she kissed his cheek, he let out a huff of laughter. Leaning further forward himself, he kissed her forehead, equally chaste. It was equally clear that he was messing with her as much as she was messing with him.
Toasting to her offer, he grinned. "I'm going to hold you to that. For now, cheers." He sipped from the cider, humming approvingly as it trickled down his throat. "How are those recipes going, by the way?" Expression curious, he curled his fingers around his cup.
"You? A handful? Never." Tone teasing, he nevertheless nodded at her next statement. Then his eyes narrowed in playful and totally mock annoyance. "And just what is that supposed to mean?" He poked her in the ribs, though it was gentle.
Will blood tell
