still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
*Mel didn't cook at all when she was back in her world. For one thing, she didn't have time. For another, it would've reminded her too much of everything she'd lost. She got to the mansion the first time barely able to boil water, and learned to cook as much to impress Mail as to have something to do. It reminded her even more of him since the first time he disappeared, when she'd just mindlessly made food, unable to sleep or think, as a substitute for real action.
That's different now, but Mel's still nervous. Is it a little weird to celebrate an anniversary when half the couple doesn't remember most of the two years? Maybe, she's decided, but it'll be a nice date anyway.
She grilled some salmon and asparagus, made some rice, and arranged it all on two plates, with a sprinkling of some fresh dill she found in the fridge over it all. She takes her tray from the kitchen, and soon comes to the door with the MEL'S ROOM sign.*
Mail? I've got a surprise!
That's different now, but Mel's still nervous. Is it a little weird to celebrate an anniversary when half the couple doesn't remember most of the two years? Maybe, she's decided, but it'll be a nice date anyway.
She grilled some salmon and asparagus, made some rice, and arranged it all on two plates, with a sprinkling of some fresh dill she found in the fridge over it all. She takes her tray from the kitchen, and soon comes to the door with the MEL'S ROOM sign.*
Mail? I've got a surprise!