In my mind, Dorothy's cooking never seemed to pack such a punch.

Perhaps sensing Everett's hesitation as he fumbled with his fork, Dorothy looked up, her gaze meeting his, "Not to your taste?" "No, it's delicious."

He offered a small smile, then returned to his meal.

At that moment, Everett wouldn't dare to criticize. Who knew what he'd have to face later?

They continued eating in silence until Dorothy suddenly spoke up.

"The dish is a bit salty."

"...A little."

"Want some water? Let me get you a glass."

Everett, pleasantly surprised, started to stand, "I can get it."

you sit.

Dorothy turned and

came back with two glasses of water, pushing one

salt isn't good for the kids' stomachs." Dorothy's tone was as casual as if she was discussing the weather, a stark contrast to the cold demeanor she had when Everett

set the glass on the table, he assured, "It's

"Then why break up?"

be

for me to believe. Didn't you once say you were a bit of a neat freak?" Her lips twitched into a smile as she put down her fork, "I'm not wrong, am I?" "No, you

with Quincy suddenly cured you

with an intensity

his tongue unconsciously licking his lips, "I'll explain

She actually let it go!

"Go ahead."

don't agree with the

were firm,

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