"One, don't call me baby, darling, or sweetheart. I'm a grown woman and I can kick your ass."
Anders raised an eyebrow. He happened to like endearments, but Poppy Hawke most assuredly couldkick his ass.
"Two, I don't cook. You should have figured that out by now, but since you're moving in, I'm just saying that if you want dinner, you'd better get down to the market and do some shopping. You can askBodahn or Orana to help you, but don't just expect it."
Having heard stories from both Leandra and Bethany, Anders nodded in immediate agreement. Justice begrudged him many pleasures, but even Justice could understand that food poisoning from Poppy's cooking would be counterproductive.
"Three, do notgive Sandal cardamom. I know you're wondering why. The answer is you don't want to know."
Oh yes he did. How could anyone let "you don't want to know" be the last word on something like that?
"Four, everyone takes a turn walking Wossit. I know you don't like dogs, but he's more than a dog, he's my baby, and you wanthim to like you."
Wanting Wossit to like him was debatable, but Anders definitely did not want the mabari to dislikehim. He nodded again and crossed his fingers that Poppy was nearly out of rules.
"Five, I love you." Finally her hard stance softened and her stern expression cracked into a smile. "And I love when you call me Sweetheart, Bodahn is a smashing cook, and Wossit adores you."
She lightly punched him in the bicep. "But don't give Sandal cardamom. Trust me."