Two's Company 4/?
Rating: possible R
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Two friends. One apartment. What will happen?
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"Okay." Greg started, pulling a shopping cart from one of the rows before facing the brunette. "…before we start getting ingredients, I need to know what you don't eat."
"Umm." Looking at him oddly, Sara shook her head. "Okay…I don't eat red meat, at all." She emphasized, ticking it off with her finger.
"Well, that was already off the list, I won't touch the stuff."
Her eyes grew wide hearing this. She always thought of him as the type to eat any type of cow. "Really?"
"Yeah."
Shaking her head, Sara let out a light chuckle. "You're certainly are a weird man Mr. Sanders."
"You just now learning this?" He snickered bringing his gaze to hers, the intensity of his eyes nearly making the brunette's heart leap from her chest.
"I guess so." Her eyes stayed trained on him for a few minutes before shaking herself from her daze. "Anyway… umm I wont eat anything pork, bacon or otherwise."
"Griss' pig experiment?"
"Yup and I'm never doing that again."
Chuckling humorously, he shook his head. "Believe me I wouldn't do that either." Looking around the supermarket, he asked. "So any fruit would be alright?"
"Absolutely."
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Placing the grocery bags on the kitchen counter Greg ushered Sara from the room. "Okay now out, I don't want to see you in here till I'm done."
"But what if I'm thirsty." Sara protested lightly, moving willingly into the living room.
"Then I'll get it for you, but until breakfast is ready you are to stay away from the kitchen."
Plopping onto the couch, a smile curled at her lips. "Aye aye captain!"
Laughing at her playfulness, he moved back into the kitchen, emptying the bags.
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"Oh my god, please tell me your almost done? It smells so good." Sara growled, kicking her feet like a little child.
"Calm down little girl." Greg snickered, carrying a tray full of the wonderfully smelling food into the living room. "I thought that since you don't have a table, we could eat on the floor."
Slipping to floor she slide over to where he placed the tray. "That's fine with me." Looking over the plate appraisingly she raised a brow. "What's this?" She asked watching him step into the room.
"That, right there, Miss Sidle, is what the Norwegians call fruit pizza."
"It looks like it should be on a desert menu at a restaurant."
Sitting down next to the brunette he placed his tray next hers. "Well in the Norwegian culture breakfast and dinner are one in the same."
Pulling a piece of the yummy looking pie from her plate she placed it in her mouth. "Mmm this is good."
"Thanks."
"So how did you learn all this stuff?"
"Well…" He started, gulping down part of his cup of Blue Hawaiian. "…when I was little my mom used to hate when I'd go outside and play sports with other kids, so she had my Papa Olaf come out. He'd teach me things about Norwegian background. Which actually, that's where I get my love of coffee."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Wiping the crumbs from his cheek, he tossed the napkin to the tray before standing. "Do you want a refill?" He asked, nodding to her empty coffee cup.
"Definitely. Thanks." She said handing the cup over while polishing off the last of her pizza. "Greg, I don't know how I will be able repay you. This breakfast was amazing."
"You letting me stay here is more than enough repayment."
Lifting the tray from the floor she followed him into the kitchen. "How 'bout you repay me by teaching me how took cook some of this amazing Norwegian food."
"Really?"
"Absolutely."
"You've got yourself a deal."
TBC….R&R if you want more