-throws an apple on the ground- I made dinner.
He stands by as she (with quite a notable amount of FORCE.) THROWS the fruit to the floor SHATTERING it into bits. He’s left momentarily speechless as he wonders what had possessed her to commit such an A C T. His gaze rises to meet hers.
❝ ….If that ‘s your definition of making ‘ DINNER ‘ , I’d hate to see DESSERT. ❞













