Some writing

(234 words today. Lame.)

Jay was almost done preparing dinner when Deb arrived, and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he called.

She let herself in and made her way to the kitchen. “Mmmm, that smells good,” she said.

“I hope it is,” said Jay. He stopped stirring the spaghetti sauce for a minute to give her a kiss. “How was it?”

“Not bad. Same as ever. Simon was being an asshole, but I’ve learned to just ignore him. Can I help?”

“Hmm. Make salad?” he said, pointing. “Salad” turned out to be a bag of pre-cut pre-mixed lettuce greens and an empty bowl.

“Ah, er, this is going to take a while.” She pulled on the bag a bit and it wouldn’t budge, but after tearing it a bit with her teeth, she got it open. She dumped the salad into the bowl and said “There!”

“You’re a genius. Did I tell you that?” Jay said, grinning.

Deb rolled the empty bag a bit and poked him with it. “Yeah, so you say. Dressing?”

“In the fridge.”

They finished preparing the food without major incident, and ate, talking about their experiences of the day, news, weather, whatever. After they had finished, they both cleared the table and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, then retired to the front room.

“Do you want to watch anything?” Jay asked.

“Not really. We can just sit, if you want to.”

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