Henry is sick and convalescing at the boathouse today, playing video games and watching movies with Caleb. Ruth is working on some drawings with Daniel next door because she can leave her stuff all over the kitchen there and no one makes her clean it up at mealtimes.
I am waiting patiently at my place at the kitchen island here at home because PJ is making me a Monte Cristo. It's obvious who loves me most.
He turns around with the plate in hand, the perfect meal for me.
You know you want to marry me. I'd make these for you every day.
Then we could share the same jeans, Peej. Because I'll be as big as you sooner rather than later.
We should share them now if you want to get in here with me.
You guys should get a room. Gage walks in because he smelled food.
You're absolutely right. PJ winks at me and I throw a grape at him. Perv. Hush now.
Bridget, you just keep denying me, I'd be so perfect for you. I cook and clean and everything.
Yup, the perfect wife. What would that make me?
Uh..spoiled?
No, it would make me the man in the relationship.
I'm down with that.
We should test that theory!
Huh? It was figurative, Bridge!
Why be figurative when you can be literal! Stay here and bend over the counter. I'll be right back.
Where are you going?
To find Schuyler. Or Matt. Or anyone really. We'll just turn the lights out.
You're a little monster.
Hey, if I'm the guy I get to violate you any way I want. I just need a primer on technique.
You just...you just be quiet and eat your sandwich, little miss! Jesus! I'm shocked at the things in your head.
Oh my God, PJ, I'm KIDDING.
I know that, now like I said, EAT YOUR SANDWICH.
Lochlan comes in. Wow. Bit harsh, Padraig. What's up?
The dirty mind on this one. WE'VE RUINED HER.
Lochlan shakes his head. Nah, Brother, I think she ruined us. He takes half my sandwich and walks back out of the room, winking at me as he goes.
I DID NOT! I chase after him. I want my sandwich back.
