"O-oh yes, you'd- you'd be a natural on those." It's easy to imagine him on the various cooking shows she's seen on TV over the years, usually on in the middle of the day. She liked those better than the soap operas, even if sometimes it made her cry with anger because it was a life she never had a chance at. Not that she would have been a good cook, but it would have been nice to have her own place, her own pots and pans, her own bad food, flubbed recipes-
But that was gone. There's lots she mourns still. Not this, especially not now while she's got a mouth full of whipping cream and light pastry. She chews slowly this time and enjoys every bite as she nods along. And it makes her laugh again, because oh yes, it will be very effective leverage. It makes her feel relieved knowing that Max is sure he'll be back. She's trying to feel the same way.
"Y-you should, you- you need to. He'll do it. He's a g-good boy, he'll do nearly anything for me. A-and you too. Just give him your puppy eyes."
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But that was gone. There's lots she mourns still. Not this, especially not now while she's got a mouth full of whipping cream and light pastry. She chews slowly this time and enjoys every bite as she nods along. And it makes her laugh again, because oh yes, it will be very effective leverage. It makes her feel relieved knowing that Max is sure he'll be back. She's trying to feel the same way.
"Y-you should, you- you need to. He'll do it. He's a g-good boy, he'll do nearly anything for me. A-and you too. Just give him your puppy eyes."