Characters: Dylan, Lisa.
So, it was nearly seven. I'd made some chips, which involved a lot of struggling with fat and potatoes and things I just wasn't used to doing. It didn't matter though, because hell, that's what she asked for, so that's what she'd get. On my earlier jaunt to the garden, I'd picked up some fluffy headed dandilions. Because I just couldn't give her roses. Damn Thundereagle. That was sufficently silly, anyway. I sat down and nibbled on a chip, waiting for her to get back. It was rather boring around here without her. I picked up my book, which I'd been carrying around all day and flicked it open to where I'd left off. Come on, Lisa.