[anita blake]
Freddy could cook, not many people knew this about him or believed it, but it was a true fact. He wasn't able to really pull anything fancy, but give him a pot and a pan and some ingrediants and he could prabably whip up something decent. Not that he ever really used this gift back home, living alone and eating ravioli out of the can and cereal out of the box dry like a starving college kid.
But as it was, he managed when he needed to. So, without too much difficulty, he found himself parked on the Compound steps with a meal, a real meal even if it wasn't exactly a normal meal given the resources, packed away in a cheezey basket he'd managed to locate and smoking a cigarette as he waited for Anita to show. Or well, hoping she'd show, even though he was pretty sure she was more decent than standing him up.
But as it was, he managed when he needed to. So, without too much difficulty, he found himself parked on the Compound steps with a meal, a real meal even if it wasn't exactly a normal meal given the resources, packed away in a cheezey basket he'd managed to locate and smoking a cigarette as he waited for Anita to show. Or well, hoping she'd show, even though he was pretty sure she was more decent than standing him up.