The morning after her not-quite-crisis day has Becks feeling some type of way and she wanders downstairs to find a familiar face in the kitchen. "And he cooks." She practically coos as she sits at a stool on the opposite side of the counter from his work. "No wonder you and Mags get along so well." she smirks and reaches over to grab a piece of absolutely uncooked potato from the pile to plop in her mouth. Yes, she is that person, unapologetically.
{Fried food of the gods | Aug 8th