33 Apocalypse Ave, Monday [After Clinic Shift]

[not_in_the_book]

After work, Ronan rushed home to check on a few things -- he had a bacon-wrapped pork tenderloin in the slowcooker, a Thai green curry simmering in the other slowcooker (because why would Ronan only have one of those?), and a batch of steaks marinating in the fridge, ready to be grilled.

Not that Ronan was expecting to have to feed people over the next little while, or anything.

[Expecting, but open to visitors/phone calls/texts/emails/hungry people.]