Emmett
Emmett clearly didn't care one bit about the flour (of all the things he got covered in on an average day, it was really a nice change) as he held her for a while longer, pressing little kisses just under her ear and shaking his head as she denied the niceness of the voice. "I ain' ever heard anythin' so beautiful. Y'could sing at the bar and they'd have to block 'em at the door."He pulled away a little, smiled at her and looked to the oven. "Aw, no, clearly I'm here for the food--" He pressed a kiss to her lips. "Obviously." Another kiss. "Just the food."
But eventually he did have to let her go so he reluctantly stepped away and stretched, sniffing the air. "What is it you're cookin', though? Smells great. I ain' eaten anythin' proper in a while...been busy with the farm and uh...other...stuff..." The way he mumbled off made it clear the other stuff was not really anything he wanted to elaborate on. "What about you?"
All you broken boys and girls,
With your tattered flags unfurled:
With your tattered flags unfurled:
Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king.
Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?
Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?
