"I did," Michael told him, the red on his cheeks having nothing to do with
the heat from the stove or oven. "I, ah, sort of started watching the Food
Network at night and thought it didn't look that hard and maybe I was
making too much of it since I'd failed at it the few times I tried. I
brought my laptop in here, played the video and followed along. I mean,
it's not some gourmet thing or anything, just spaghetti and meatballs, and
I bought the cake, but I figured it was worth a shot. But you've got to
promise to tell me if it's awful, okay? If it is, we'll pitch it, have a
good laugh, and order pizza."
He wiped his hands on a towel and walked over to greet him with a kiss.
"How was your day?"
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Date: 2014-10-16 08:30 pm (UTC)"I did," Michael told him, the red on his cheeks having nothing to do with the heat from the stove or oven. "I, ah, sort of started watching the Food Network at night and thought it didn't look that hard and maybe I was making too much of it since I'd failed at it the few times I tried. I brought my laptop in here, played the video and followed along. I mean, it's not some gourmet thing or anything, just spaghetti and meatballs, and I bought the cake, but I figured it was worth a shot. But you've got to promise to tell me if it's awful, okay? If it is, we'll pitch it, have a good laugh, and order pizza."
He wiped his hands on a towel and walked over to greet him with a kiss. "How was your day?"