Cooking together
With the morning winding down, I'd learned more about Aeliana in an hour than I probably had in the three months we'd been together.
Her parents were gleefully sharing stories from her childhood, and I couldn't get enough of it. I shot her a smirk every now and then as another little piece of her past was revealed.
Finally, her mom clapped her hands together, standing up from her chair. "Alright, ladies, enough storytelling. Let's get some lunch going. How about a team effort in the kitchen?"
Aeliana nodded, looking equal parts eager and mortified, and I couldn't help but jump in. "Count me in," I said. "Cooking's sort of my thing, actually."
Her mom's eyes lit up. "Well then, I'm looking forward to learning a thing or two! Let's get in there and work up an appetite."