Sometimes, even ambitious telepaths with plans of world domination needed a night off. And more, sometimes they needed a real date. With their fiancé, even
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Jack, meanwhile, had taken a break from his attempts to ace law school to visit his fiancee. He'd shown up in New York that afternoon with an overnight kit in one bag and a meal kit that he'd ordered after hearing one podcast ad too many in the other.
"Five-spice chicken with noodles and fennel," he said, head bent over the recipe. "Wait, vermicelli. It sounds fancier if you call it vermicelli. It's supposed to be a first taste of fall."
He sounded distinctly skeptical about the whole project. But they had to learn to cook properly sometime, didn't they?
Emma was privately of the opinion that they never needed to learn how to cook because that was what professionals were for, but they were doing this together, and, according to her romance novels, cooking together was romantic.
And Emma was willing to try, dammit.
"How does chicken taste like fall?" she asked, slipping an arm around his waist. "What do you need me to do first?"
"Maybe there's pumpkin in the spice mix," Jack guessed wildly, leaning against her comfortably. "And I think if you start on slicing the vegetables, I can season the chicken and get it into the pan."
Smiling, he added, "It's nice to have the house to ourselves. No slayers stealing our food for once."
"Pumpkin spice," Emma sighed, turning her face to kiss his cheek. "I love this time of year, if only for the pumpkin spice."
And, once it got a bit more chilly, the excuse to use the fireplace in their bedroom and not come out for the weekend. Fall was the best after summer.
"Slicing vegetables I think I can manage," she continued, not pulling away just yet. "The girls are all out and about: patrol, work, or classes, and not a one should be home before midnight." Her smile was equal parts sly and smug. "--and they all know the third floor is off-limits this weekend."
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"Five-spice chicken with noodles and fennel," he said, head bent over the recipe. "Wait, vermicelli. It sounds fancier if you call it vermicelli. It's supposed to be a first taste of fall."
He sounded distinctly skeptical about the whole project. But they had to learn to cook properly sometime, didn't they?
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And Emma was willing to try, dammit.
"How does chicken taste like fall?" she asked, slipping an arm around his waist. "What do you need me to do first?"
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Smiling, he added, "It's nice to have the house to ourselves. No slayers stealing our food for once."
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And, once it got a bit more chilly, the excuse to use the fireplace in their bedroom and not come out for the weekend. Fall was the best after summer.
"Slicing vegetables I think I can manage," she continued, not pulling away just yet. "The girls are all out and about: patrol, work, or classes, and not a one should be home before midnight." Her smile was equal parts sly and smug. "--and they all know the third floor is off-limits this weekend."
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