@goudenschat | Plotted Starter
It was strange... sitting here at his table which had been meticulously cleaned and set with the smells of warm fresh cooking filling his kitchen for the first time in... he can’t even remember the last time he cooked something in here. He can’t even remember the last real meal he had. Ah, well, it was probably when he got sick and Cassie fed him at the hotel. Nothing beats this, though... homemade beef stew... one of his favorite dishes. He could cry. He looks up slowly at Kat who is across the table, taking her seat. Was this even really happening? Everything about this made him feel warm... and comfortable. His hands come up to cover his eyes a moment before lowering and looking over at her, wondering if she would disappear. She doesn’t. “Kat... I don’t deserve all of this... but it smells so wonderful...” He’s not sure what will happen when he tries to start eating but he does pick up a spoon.















