She wants to argue with me, but she can’t. I’m her only option, and I’m not upset about that. “Fine,” she says with a grin. “I would love to stay with you for a while.” I look at the sky and sigh. “Like you’re doing me some big favor.” “Oh, but I am,” she says cheekily. “Only if you cook a lot. Can we add that to your rent? Like you have to make dinner when you can so I don’t have to go find it every night.”
