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Luca got dressed, but when he saw her, he had to stop himself from drooling. "You are wearing that to work tonight," he said firmly. |
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Laurel was surprised by his words but nodded obediently. "O-Of course, yes sir. I'd be happy to," she told him, the look in her eyes conveying just that. As far as she was concerned, he wouldn't be getting that shirt back. |
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Luca smiled at her. "Hungry?" He asked, putting out a pot for boiling. |
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Laurel nodded, leaning against the counter as she watched him. "Quite. Can I help with anything?" |
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"Do you know how to make meatballs?" He asked, beginning to make homemade meatballs. |
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Laurel nodded and went over to start helping. "That I do," she smiled, glancing up with a smile as she started mimicking his actions. |
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Luca began making meatballs with her, silently. Once it was all cooked, he served it out onto plates and sat down and ate. |
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Laurel did the same, simply enjoying the company even in silence. She sat down and ate as well. Once finished she got up and started to clean up a bit from the mess of cooking and eating. |
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Luca ate with her and then moved to clean up with her. |
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Laurel helped until it was finished and she dried her hands off. "Thank you again, for that. I suppose now I should leave you alone for a while?" She questioned, figuring he might have something he needed to do or wanted privacy for the few hours between then and her shift that night. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
