 Dancing Through Life
She was making fried chicken? Maine might just be Leo's favorite person in the entire world. Not that she wasn't before, but fried chicken was sooooo yummy. Leo grabbed the cutting board and a knife and set about slicing half a lemon while he talked. "Better than expected actually. She listed all of your faults, all of mine, told me why we would never work in a marriage..." Exactly what they knew would happen. "Loudly dissaproved...I told her that I loved you more than anything in the world and if it came down to it I would choose you over my family and my family name."
He slid the sliced lemon over to Maine, and began trying to remember what 'mince' meant he was supposed to do. Cut it up really really small? Probably. "Then she smiled and told me that you were going to be a great addition to the Black family, and she would love you like any granddaughter. Which doesn't say much," he cautioned. His grandmother had this strange variety of tough love where she basically hated you until you were perfect. "But I'd like you to know that for her, that was basically joyous."
He chopped the parsley until it was in teeny tiny shreds and passed it to Maine. "What next?" He enjoyed this, cooking with her. There wasn't much he was good for, but he liked to feel as if he was helping. And it was a great time to catch up on everything in their respective days.
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