Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees, 33 Apocalypse, Friday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

The menu finally planned, the guests on their way -- or already arrived, and dinner already cooking, Ronan felt prepared for dinner.

The smells -- and sounds -- coming out of his kitchen were probably enough to make his guests mouth water, but that was, really, par for the course when it came to Ronan. And no, you weren't allowed into the kitchen to help.

[Up early-ish for SP; open to all the Wayward Refugees, OCD on its way!]

Comments

Re: After Dinner

[not_in_the_book]

Yeah, that's about what Ronan expected, really. He smiled back, reaching out to squeeze Jack's hand. "And, hey," he said, "when I say anywhere, I mean anywhere -- one of the beds, the couch, the bathtub, the floor, the roof..."

... Ronan occasionally failed at humour.

Re: After Dinner

[bitten_notshy]

Jack squeezed back gratefully. "You'd have me sleep on the roof in January after a meal like this? Ronan, I know you're a good healer, but I'm not sure you want to test it on me again so soon."