Jerome was sitting with Esmé in her favorite sitting room. He loved their new children, Esmé loved them because they were in but Jerome wished they were his own. The Baudelaires walked into the room and sat down. They didn't seem happy about something. Jerome remembered they were like this after meeting Gunther. He didn't mention it because it would make Esmé unhappy and he wouldn't want to argue with her. He didn't want to argue with them either so he just smiled at them and offered them some parsley soda.
"we aren't thirsty ,but thank you ,Jerome." Violet said her head in her hand. Jerome looked over at Esmé she had her feet up on the couch she was reading "What's In for the out people"
"Esmé, what do you want me to make for dinner/' Jerome asked watching her eyes move quickly across the page.
"hmmm… um… chicken and salad…" Esmé replied. Jerome grinned he cooked but Esmé made salads because she didn't like his so they would be in the kitchen together. Jerome got up to put the food in the oven.

Jerome pulled the chicken out of the oven and started moving them onto a plate when Esmé came in and took and bowl out of the cupboard. She tossed and salad. That's when he remembered the important phone call he'd received. 'Esmé, I got a few in calls today.' He started.
'hmm…do tell.." she said with a grin.
"Well, parsley soda served in martini glasses with a raspberry on a tooth pick, and happy couples who kiss in public. " he finished he smiled. He hap almost done a flip when he got that call. Esme dragged him every where in public.
"Oh…" Esmé said quietly.
"I think its cute." he added.
"Yes, very." she said moving over to the table. He called the kids for dinner and looked a little bit happy at the thought of this. She would do anything to be in…