"Just wait until the wedding; I foresee them wearing black dresses and veils in mourning of another Keeper lost," DG laughed as Cain raised an eyebrow. "I want to make you the perfect sandwich. You up for it?"
"Yet another skill I didn't know you have. I'm all for it." He smiled, watching her jump up and open the refrigerator, which was stocked full. She got out sourdough bread, turkey, apple and honey mustard, and butter. One great thing about having otherworld parents was that they had the finest in otherworld food.
"How do you know how to cook?" Cain asked, removing his hat.
"While I was a waitress I had many a slow shift and Raoul, the cook, taught me almost everything he knows."
"Should I be worried about this Raoul?" He joked.
"Well you don't have to worry about him being competition, if that's what you mean. But I would worry about myself if I were you, should you ever meet him, Mr. Keeper." She laughed, but Cain looked bewildered. "He's gay – he likes…"
"I know what gay means." He held up his hand and she laughed, licking honey mustard off the tip of her finger. She brought Cain his sandwich and sat across form him.
"Best sandwich in Kansas."
Cain took a bite. "And the O.Z." He finished the rest of his sandwich quickly.