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. I've got

Dorothy turned and

with two glasses of water, pushing one towards

make this for Abigail and Langston. Too much 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 first walked

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

"Then why break up?"

expected to be blindsided by

a bit of a neat freak?" Her lips twitched into

Quincy suddenly cured you of

piercing, filled with an

frowned slightly, his tongue unconsciously licking his lips, "I'll explain things about Quincy and me

it

"Go ahead."

don't agree with the

firm,

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