Quoted By: >>68943437
>>68942911
>Slowly I maneuver to spoon up to my mouth. Alright how did we do?
>Well if I was aiming for ocean I think this soup's a winner. I sigh and glance over to a slightly impatient Olivia. That's three for three on failures. I really thought I did well this time.
>She motions for me to lean down, give her a taste. I reluctantly do and she scrunches up her snout. Yup.
>"Raptor Jesus Inco." She tries her best to hold back, be nice. Patience worn thin it seems. She does pull back and give me a reassuring smile, trying to coat the wound she'd just inflicted.
>I pout, hard. Only thing that can satiate this doused passion is some gator affection. She plays hardball.
>Looking at me a bit playfully I spy the tail wriggling. Game on. I put on my biggest, saddest eyes while looking at her over the rim of my glasses. Come on, dear. Your boyfriend is saaaaad.
>She offers instead a tickle. Claw coming in gently and going for my sides. Nope. I move just out of her reach and completely send it. Oh woe is me the poor human. I clutch my chest like I'm dying and lean over, hand up and dramatic.
>A snort from her. I have to force my smile down as I peek at her. To my surprise here comes a piece of shredded carrot.
>As I quickly peel the thing off me I look over to her, deviousness now settling in.
>She speaks, "Come here." It's a threat.
>Nope. We're playing hard to get today. Poor mood already lifted I grab some potato peelings from nearby. My turn.
>"Never."
>And I send it, landing right on her snout. Hell of a shot. Eyes squinted and it begins.
>Odds and ends from a few hours of cooking are slung between us, giggling and swapping positions in the kitchen several times as she chases me around.
>Probably not the safest but to hell with it I think I've already forgotten about my failures as a chef.
cont.
>Slowly I maneuver to spoon up to my mouth. Alright how did we do?
>Well if I was aiming for ocean I think this soup's a winner. I sigh and glance over to a slightly impatient Olivia. That's three for three on failures. I really thought I did well this time.
>She motions for me to lean down, give her a taste. I reluctantly do and she scrunches up her snout. Yup.
>"Raptor Jesus Inco." She tries her best to hold back, be nice. Patience worn thin it seems. She does pull back and give me a reassuring smile, trying to coat the wound she'd just inflicted.
>I pout, hard. Only thing that can satiate this doused passion is some gator affection. She plays hardball.
>Looking at me a bit playfully I spy the tail wriggling. Game on. I put on my biggest, saddest eyes while looking at her over the rim of my glasses. Come on, dear. Your boyfriend is saaaaad.
>She offers instead a tickle. Claw coming in gently and going for my sides. Nope. I move just out of her reach and completely send it. Oh woe is me the poor human. I clutch my chest like I'm dying and lean over, hand up and dramatic.
>A snort from her. I have to force my smile down as I peek at her. To my surprise here comes a piece of shredded carrot.
>As I quickly peel the thing off me I look over to her, deviousness now settling in.
>She speaks, "Come here." It's a threat.
>Nope. We're playing hard to get today. Poor mood already lifted I grab some potato peelings from nearby. My turn.
>"Never."
>And I send it, landing right on her snout. Hell of a shot. Eyes squinted and it begins.
>Odds and ends from a few hours of cooking are slung between us, giggling and swapping positions in the kitchen several times as she chases me around.
>Probably not the safest but to hell with it I think I've already forgotten about my failures as a chef.
cont.