
He looks deep into her eyes, "Everlie..."

He tilts his head, "are you sure your okay?"

((I dunno, maybe she just throws up or something? I dunno. :/))

"Alright," he said wih a shrug, "Come eat," he said softly, putting half a piece of chicken on her plate and three pieces on his,

He finished quickly, then smiled, "You okay?"

He began to cook a little bit of chicken,

He took out a few things and slid to the stove,

He smiled and walked to the fridge

"You feel a bit warm. Drink some," he said softly, kissing her once more,

He pulled back after a second, wondering why her lips had been burning against his, but filled a glass of water and handed it to her,

He grinned, "No problems!" He said and kissed her,

He frowned, "Pleasseeeeeee,"

He grinned "Can I make you scones? Something?"

He chuckled and whiped his sweaty forehead, "I dunno, I think it's just you."

((Sureeeee))
He smiled, then kissed her forehead,

He smiled and kissed her back, "Dinner?"