Following the end of the shoot, and of the day in general, a nice, tranquil evening followed for once… unlike the usual unusual evenings, afternoons, and mornings I've come to expect on the regular.
Dinner was a splendid affair. With Ash at the helm frying and stirring batches of tender, love, and care, how could it not be?
In fact, it's a real, rational fear of mine that there would come a day when it becomes impossible for me to settle for any less than Ash's cooking - and without her, I'd just outright starve to death.
Good thing I got Amanda to lean on should it ever come to that. I'm gonna be eating just fine.
Just realized how snobby that sounded. Look at me - freakin' pampered, spoiled prince. Oh, don't I just wanna punch my face right about now…
Any volunteers?