projectroxas | (no subject)

[ he wouldn't even be able to afford that much food. ]

Be thankful for that metabolism of yours.

I am! [ sets aside the empty plastic bags, pulling out some pots and pans while he talks. ] It's fun at dinner, though. We have a war over the food, and my dad just sits back and watches.

[ raises a brow. ]

Chefs still haven't figured out the amount of food your family needs?

[ winks over at him. ]

They just can't keep up, that's all.

[ shakes his head in disbelief. ]

So how many turkeys did you devour yesterday?

[ hums in thought, getting to work on the chicken first. ]

Maybe three or four, give or take. We also had ham, too...

[ sad thing is, he can't tell if that's three or four per person or for the whole family. when in doubt? always overshoot.

watches lyssa do his thing, wondering if he could just make himself toast. ]

And you want to eat more?

[ just bustling about the kitchen, working like he does this every day. ]

Sure I do. Eating with people you like is special, especially around the holiday season!

[ glances at lyssa briefly & then starts moving about too, putting things away into the fridge. or at least, the stuff that lyssa hadn't mentioned on using anyway. ]

Yeah, but I meant to ask if the meal have to be this large.

[ lifts the wooden spoon he's currently holding to shake it at nick a little. ]

Yes, because then I can make extra to ensure you'll have enough food to last you until I come back again.

[ tosses him a halfhearted glare over his shoulder. ]

Normal people can last on half of what you brought.

[ turns back to the food, popping the chicken into the oven. ]

And normal people usually eat more than you do. [ pulls out a paper (the recipe for the pie) from his pocket, looking over it. ] Plus Robin and I have an agreement. While I'm gone, she makes sure you eat more than a bagel. When I come back for winter break, I'll take over!

[ stares for a little while longer & then snorts in amusement. turns back to putting the rest of the food in his fridge. ]

Am I going to be potty trained next?

Nope! [ wipes his hands off on a dishtowel, wandering on over to put his arms around his middle. playfully rubs his face into his back, gently headbutting once. ] But you're going to get a lot of hugs.

[ grunts for show, shifting a bit so both of them don't go crashing head-first into the fridge. ]

Better hugs than extra calories. [ gives one of lyssa's hand a light pat. ] Don't want to compete in fat percentage with that lady of yours.

[ rests against him anyway, closing his eyes. ]

My lady is perfect and flawless in her beauty.

[ leans back slightly so that he can close the fridge door, but doesn't push lyssa away otherwise. ]

So you've said. [ multiple times. & he's tried to see this beauty of hers, he really did -- he just can't find it in a ball-o-fat with little nub-paws. ]

[ he'll keep his hold on him, then, only this time he peeks to try and see his face. ]

I'll show you her someday. The photos don't do her justice.

[ his face is exactly as it always is. though his eyebrows are trying to escape past his hairline at lyssa's statements. ]

Has she always been that-- size?

[ blinks, looking thoughtful. ]

I think she was smaller when she was a kitten...

I meant during adulthood.

Of course! She has always appreciated good food.

Or too much food. [ which seems to be a pattern in the family. only, they don't become as round as that cat. ]

[ unhooks an arm from around nick to wave him off a little. ]

It's fine, it's fine. Danielle said she's perfectly healthy!

Huh. Guess I shouldn't argue with Snow White. [ finally lifts a hand to give lyssa's own a pat. ] Going to let me up anytime soon?