Post by mac on Jan 28, 2017 4:53:42 GMT
When she said that she was fine, Arthur narrowed his eyes. Normally he wouldn’t care, but when she tried to insist that she had eaten today and hadn’t starved herself, he felt skeptical. Maybe that was just him trying to pick a fight with her in his head. Well – maybe he did want to pick a fight with her. He always wanted to fight with her. That was just how they were.
”Oh, I doubt that. You’re just looking for an excuse to kill me – I fucking know it,” he said, shaking his head at Chardonnay. ”I’ll take one step in there and you’ll say I stepped wrong on your floor and scalp me,” still, her actually allowing him to cook in her place? Weird. He didn’t even know what ingredients she had. Likely a lot. Would she get pissy if he took too much? Or would she critique his cooking? But it would save money on going out to McDonalds. ”Is it me you’re trying to convince you’re not starving yourself, or you? I’m not going to shove food down your throat. If you tell me something, I believe you.” He said. Would she ever lie to him? Probably, but hopefully not about her health.
It was interesting to hear her say she didn’t make her own tea. Kind of boring and unexpected – but interesting. So she probably bought fancy ass tea. Wasn’t grinding beans the same thing as making your own coffee? He didn’t know. He just knew how to brew it. Her eye roll made him shrug. ”Well, decaf shit exists. I mean, it tastes like shit, but it exists.” He said, ”Do you have any leftovers or something? Cooking sounds like too much work.” she probably didn’t keep any leftovers, though. He could probably make a grilled cheese or something.