they told of courage so bold it burned;

Chinese. So long as we don’t leave some molding in the fridge for a month like last time.

“That was traumatizing -- cleaning it was the worse, I still can’t unsee that--”

It’s a good work out if you do it right. You know, cleaning the, er, Muggle way. Anyway, doesn’t matter. You said you were starving. 

“okay -- fair enough, I guess” standing up and stretching, “Mexican or Chinese?” 

Hi. 

“Hey Hannah--” a warm smile tugging at his lips as leaned over to hug the woman before wrapping an arm around Mara, a chuckle slipping from his lips at the mention of the casserole, “you’ve made it farther than we have--” he chuckled, glancing at his mum. 

Cleaning under the furniture. It’s good to move that stuff around every so often. 

“Sure-- yeah, that’s normal. Sounds exhausting, but okay --”

It’s been fifteen minutes. Besides, I was… cleaning. 

“Cleaning? You were cleaning? That didn’t sound like cleaning--”

Do you have any idea how disastrous this was for me?

He couldn’t help but glance at his mother nervously, “you’re going to be nice, right?” an eye-roll and what sounded like exasperation was all he got, “mum--” 

“Nice to see you too--”

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I wouldn’t.

He couldn’t fight the smile that stretched his lips as his amusement took over, regardless of the shiny substance scattering the air, “neat trick” he mumbled, peering down at the residue that stretched the length of his index finger, he couldn’t help but swipe it along her cheek, “I’ve missed you--”  

Wanna see what happens when I let it go? 

“Do I want to see what happens when you let go?” 

Probably. Do you want to put in a request? Mara’s been on an enchilada kick lately. 

“Tacos? I’ve been craving tacos and I attempted at making tacos and I don’t know how, but I somehow managed to mess that up-- it was a sad day for tacos everywhere--”

Good. Watch this. 

His eyes widened in complete and utter fascination as he let her go to watch, “how did you-- that’s wicked” he mumbled, his smile widening, “you’ve got to teach me that--”

About?

“Just coming over, or I was going to head over to yours -- just wanted your company--” 

I’d thought about it.

“I’m taking that as a yes--” taking her hand and tugging her inside, “you have great timing -- I was just going to owl you--”

Sorry, I’ll make sure it’s a more exciting box next time. A girl doesn’t get to be 5′9″ with a da of average height. Or a mom of average height, for that matter. Mostly from Da though. 

“That’s impressive --” his brows raised as he glanced down at the box, “are you making something?” 

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