their days were like clockwork, the two of them. both the most hardworking people in the world. (or so it felt, at least). since they were both so busy, it wasn’t often they got to spend a lot of time together. but at least jay is spontaneous, when he can be. & the two of them, luckily, don’t take the time they have for granted. of course, he wakes up early to head down to the shop & start the arrangements. cleaning up, a bit, before he opens up. it’s important to make a good first impression. the dedication to his plants second to none. he’s german, & a man - which means he has to focus on one thing. he’s lucky to get home before temperance, most days. but - he doesn’t like to miss dinner. especially when she works so hard, at it. he likes to appreciate her, as much as possible.
he was confident she would understand, what he was saying to her, as he’s said it a lot before. the way she looks when she’s really trying to pick up the words, when he speaks about anything - it was very cute. the smile on her face well worth any energy expelled to pay her a compliment. grinning right back at her, from the kitchen counter on which he perches himself upon. “you say that like every good wife isn’t an angel.” he speaks. “there’s so little, these days.” so little good women, he means. good wives. he chuckles - eyebrows raised as she described their fortune, for the evening. “it sounds delicious.” he nods. smelling it, in the air. permeating. he’s excited, for lack of a better term. “& i’m glad you didn’t - put too much energy, in. good food is, simple, right?” & he knew raegan would live off mcdonalds, if she could.
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