I don't own them… #31 Home Cooking
"This is wonderful! Who taught you how to cook this?" Roy said to his wife as he gobbled down his dinner.
"Gracia; she's a wonderful cook." Riza said, setting her plate down on the table and eating too.
"Well, I'll have to remember to thank her for teaching you." He said as he polished off his plate. A few minutes later Riza finished eating and did the dishes as Roy worked on some papers she forced him to bring home. He finished them about 10:30, sighing and putting them back in the folder. Riza was getting ready for bed, brushing her long golden hair in front of the mirror.
"How about some more of your home cookin'?" He asked her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, lightly kissing her shoulder.
"What would you like me to make?" She asked, turning around in his arms and kissing his lips.
"You… and I'LL light the fire…" He said as he pulled her to the bedroom and closed the door.