River had been messing about in the kitchen for a while now. She had genuinely lost track of the time as she moved from the fridge to the counter to the stove and all around. The smells of chicken soup bubbling away on the stove top while she chopped some vegetables for a salad were rather tempting, no matter how much she told herself that she wasn’t hungry. She wasn’t going to eat without Andre. She shook her head, mentally chastising herself as she started humming a little tune as means of distraction. Grabbing plates, bowls, and silverware, River went about setting the table.
















