Post by Cass Harlow on Nov 15, 2023 1:34:32 GMT -5
“Scrambled, great! I can do scrambled.” He didn’t think he was lying, anyway. Her stove and pans were unfamiliar to him, but how hard could it really be?
He tossed another piece of bacon to Jack with a grin and then laughed a little as Charlotte mentioned her fear of chickens.
“Are you?” he asked, curious. He couldn’t imagine why someone would find them scary, but maybe she’d had a bad experience as a kid or something. He wasn’t about to dismiss her fears, even if he didn’t feel the same. “What is it about them you find so scary?” He was genuinely curious.
Charlotte gathered the dishes they would need to eat while he finished cooking. It came out okay, in his opinion. Edible at least. Only a couple pieces of bacon were burnt, and he put those on his own plate. He gave Charlotte the better portion of the eggs, too. He would eat anything, no matter how burnt or rubbery, in order to avoid wasting food, but he didn’t expect her to feel the same way.
“Water would be great,” he said as he finished plating the food. “Best to stay hydrated after a night of drinking, right?”
He appreciated how welcome Charlotte was making him feel, and it soothed most of the anxiety he felt about being in someone else’s home. She really was a sweet girl.
They sat down to eat, and fell into a comfortable and friendly conversation over their food. Cass had to keep reminding himself not to talk with his mouth full, not wanting to seem rude or uncouth. His mother had taught him better than that, and that most women didn’t appreciate that kind of behavior.
When they were done, Cass took their dishes to the sink and then joined Charlotte in the garden as she lit up. The weather was nice enough that he still didn’t need a shirt, and he curled up in his seat, tucking one foot under his thigh as they passed the joint back and forth. He loved how easy Charlotte was to talk to.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------He tossed another piece of bacon to Jack with a grin and then laughed a little as Charlotte mentioned her fear of chickens.
“Are you?” he asked, curious. He couldn’t imagine why someone would find them scary, but maybe she’d had a bad experience as a kid or something. He wasn’t about to dismiss her fears, even if he didn’t feel the same. “What is it about them you find so scary?” He was genuinely curious.
Charlotte gathered the dishes they would need to eat while he finished cooking. It came out okay, in his opinion. Edible at least. Only a couple pieces of bacon were burnt, and he put those on his own plate. He gave Charlotte the better portion of the eggs, too. He would eat anything, no matter how burnt or rubbery, in order to avoid wasting food, but he didn’t expect her to feel the same way.
“Water would be great,” he said as he finished plating the food. “Best to stay hydrated after a night of drinking, right?”
He appreciated how welcome Charlotte was making him feel, and it soothed most of the anxiety he felt about being in someone else’s home. She really was a sweet girl.
They sat down to eat, and fell into a comfortable and friendly conversation over their food. Cass had to keep reminding himself not to talk with his mouth full, not wanting to seem rude or uncouth. His mother had taught him better than that, and that most women didn’t appreciate that kind of behavior.
When they were done, Cass took their dishes to the sink and then joined Charlotte in the garden as she lit up. The weather was nice enough that he still didn’t need a shirt, and he curled up in his seat, tucking one foot under his thigh as they passed the joint back and forth. He loved how easy Charlotte was to talk to.
TAG: Charlotte Lewis
OOC: feel free to back up a little bit in your post and focus on some things I skimmed over if you want to, or feel free to move Cass around if you need to, and let me know if you need more to work with.
