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"Pad thai. I basically taught myself to cook. I guess I just have a knack for it." She said, kissing his neck |
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He smiled softly and nodded. "Well, it smells delicious," he noted lightly, pecking her head before backing off to give her room, sitting down at a kitchen chair nearby |
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When Amira finished cooking, she served both him and her before sitting down to eat. She ate quickly and went to take care of the dishes |
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Sage thanked her when she gave him food, tastingx it and then eating it happily. It was as good as it smelled, and he even went back for seconds before helping with the dishes. |
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"I got these. You go sit down." Amira said, shooing him away. She finished dishes before going to the bedroom and curling up |
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Sage grunted but let her finish the dishes, moving to clear the counter off and such before following her to the bedroom and flopping down next to her with a content sigh. |
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He grinned over at her as well, sort of shifting to rest his head in her lap lightly |
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Amira played with his hair contentedly. |
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Sage offered her a soft smile, liking the way her fingers felt in his hair. He closed his eyes after a bit, not sleeping but just relaxing |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
