"I'm sure we can think of something. Because really, you don't want to see me cook unless you like the taste of charcoal." Xander was seated next to her rather then across the 'table' and it gave him the perfect angle to cut a bit of fish off his plate and offer it to her with a small bashful smile. He hoped she took it as the romantic gesture he wanted it to be rather then catering to her injuries.
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Date: 2011-02-16 02:24 am (UTC)