Neal is, shockingly, cooking. It is, shockingly, tofu. He's been leveling up his vegan and vegetarian skills ever since finding out about Abby's history, and he's starting to actually be satisfied with some of what he makes.
He's also got a very nice cut of swordfish thawing in the fridge. That isn't going to be cooked, just cut in half, one part being left on the terrace and the other inside, in the hope that Thackery will make himself known at least in passing.
He's in pajamas, though even those are tastefully chosen and well-fitted. Neal doesn't do casual, not really, not for a long time. Image is everything.
As usual, Abby has been spending most of her time hanging out in her room with the gremlin, getting him used to life with her, playing with him to keep him occupied and all that. But she'd gotten a notice just the day before that she's expected to move out for keeping a pet, unless she wants to get rid of said pet.
And she's not going to be getting rid of Macaroni anytime soon. As far as she's concerned, he's going home with her whenever they get home.
So she's got a place arranged, staying with Jeff at least for now, and the only thing left is to break the news to Neal. Which sucks, because she likes Neal a lot, likes living with him. He's basically the perfect roommate, and a good guy to boot.
She heads out of the bedroom wearing her usual midday uniform of an oversized T-shirt with some cutesy slogan on it and a pair of loose shorts, barefoot and with her hair loose, at the smell of food cooking.
"Hey." Neal flashes her a smile when she emerges, glancing past her to see if Macaroni is following. Yes, the indoor half of the swordfish is for him. Or at least half of it is, though Neal has no earthly idea how he'll keep Mac from eating the whole thing if he leaves it all out.
"Mixing things up a little. I figured out a vegan Bahn Mi recipe that's not bad. Vegan meatballs with sriracha aioli, pickled daikon, pickled carrots, jalapeno and cilantro."
He glances her way again. "You're not one of those people who can't stand the taste of cilantro, are you? I haven't tossed it in yet. Figured I should check first."
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ACTIONY, near the end of December/beginning of Jan. THE "MOVING OUT" ANNOUNCEMENT
He's also got a very nice cut of swordfish thawing in the fridge. That isn't going to be cooked, just cut in half, one part being left on the terrace and the other inside, in the hope that Thackery will make himself known at least in passing.
He's in pajamas, though even those are tastefully chosen and well-fitted. Neal doesn't do casual, not really, not for a long time. Image is everything.
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And she's not going to be getting rid of Macaroni anytime soon. As far as she's concerned, he's going home with her whenever they get home.
So she's got a place arranged, staying with Jeff at least for now, and the only thing left is to break the news to Neal. Which sucks, because she likes Neal a lot, likes living with him. He's basically the perfect roommate, and a good guy to boot.
She heads out of the bedroom wearing her usual midday uniform of an oversized T-shirt with some cutesy slogan on it and a pair of loose shorts, barefoot and with her hair loose, at the smell of food cooking.
"Oh man, that smells good."
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"Mixing things up a little. I figured out a vegan Bahn Mi recipe that's not bad. Vegan meatballs with sriracha aioli, pickled daikon, pickled carrots, jalapeno and cilantro."
He glances her way again. "You're not one of those people who can't stand the taste of cilantro, are you? I haven't tossed it in yet. Figured I should check first."