"Oh, I never told you about the Hotel Hell serial killer?"
His tone is still light, teasing--and then the doorbell rings, and he steals a quick kiss before reluctantly disentangling himself from her. "Right, that'll be breakfast. One moment."
Quickly he heads to the front door to collect the takeaway; he's already set up a tray in the kitchen to transfer the food to, so it's only a minute or two before he's back. The presentation isn't particularly fancy, but the food itself is expertly made, and everything smells delicious. It's sort of funny to him, in certain moments, that he's started to enjoy food more now that he has more people in his life to enjoy meals with, though mostly he's just quietly grateful that the horizons of his world have expanded to include pleasures like this.
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His tone is still light, teasing--and then the doorbell rings, and he steals a quick kiss before reluctantly disentangling himself from her. "Right, that'll be breakfast. One moment."
Quickly he heads to the front door to collect the takeaway; he's already set up a tray in the kitchen to transfer the food to, so it's only a minute or two before he's back. The presentation isn't particularly fancy, but the food itself is expertly made, and everything smells delicious. It's sort of funny to him, in certain moments, that he's started to enjoy food more now that he has more people in his life to enjoy meals with, though mostly he's just quietly grateful that the horizons of his world have expanded to include pleasures like this.