We were lying with Stefan in the shape of a star in the room allocated to me, chewing the apples we found. Stef's things were for me to doubt. I pulled on his home leggings and a spacious T-shirt. Stephy also took off his shameful short shorts (who buys such things at all? Terrible and that's all. I should have taken white shorts, not black ones) and put the same on. We were like two drops of water.
- So that's what it's like to smell," Steph thoughtfully pulled. - Tell us about your feelings.
- They stuck a raspberry in my nostrils, it felt like it. And this raspberry is hyper-chemical because the smell is richer than vinegar.
- It's funny. Imagine if it smelled like, uh, herring.
- I would have died of herring in the nose.
- Well, according to the theory of couples, a partner smells like the fact that he loves his pair the most. That is, if you loved the smell of pickled watermelon so badly, your couple would smell of it.
- Stef, I'm gonna shove this whole apple in your mouth like a baked pig!
- Don't be nervous, St., raspberry is good. But I would prefer tangerine.
- Give Artyom a tangerine perfume for his birthday.
- I will do so. I'll put on a transparent shirt, put a bow around my neck, put on something tasty and give it to me.
- When is his birthday?
- I don't know, I thought you'd tell me.
- Pfft, I don't know how to know. When we get back, you'll ask. Look, Stef, what were those fangs at Hank's?
- Ask him, he'll tell you better. They came out of his mouth.
- What if he bites me?! - I gave up on Stefan, which is why they quacked me underneath.
- I'll be happy for you. Holy, you're not a buzzard! You better go open the door.
- Why? Why? - Chewing an apple, I went to open it.
The door was opening on itself, and when I saw Hank on the doorstep, I was very upset. He was already dressed as a house linen pants, a loose white shirt, and a light beige cardigan on top. The hair was shredded, but it still looked as if someone had been styling it for an hour.
- I wanted to invite you to lunch. The cook had just finished.
I swallowed it and held my breath.
- Come on, I'm hungry!
Steph, singing a funny motive, came down first. I followed him, and then Hank walked behind him. My hair was upside down. Sometimes it seemed like he was gonna cling to my neck or worse - he was gonna stab me in the back of the head and I was gonna suffocate in his smell again.
The kitchen helped me switch over to Hank. They had it great. The knives were sharpened, everything was shiny, the stove was clean, and there was plenty of room. When I got Stefan's nod, I climbed into the nightstands. Spices, cereals, sauces - everything was there! The fridge upset me - there were a lot of containers of cooked food inside. There was a lot of stuff in the vegetable and meat sections, too. The appliances were wiped clean, and there wasn't a spot on the plates.
- I went to heaven.
I sat down to eat later when I was let go. There was a piece of steamed beef, grilled vegetables, and canned corn on the plate.
- Are we on a diet?
Stefan didn't attack the food either, just chewing tomatoes.
- You don't like lunch? Very useful, try it. - Hank ate, it's true. But he ate without chewing, I'm telling you! He's trying to eat faster so he doesn't have to suffer.
- Useful and tasty can be cooked. And this is not food. Tasteless and tasteless," I moved the plate away, "can I use the kitchen?
- You can privatize it! - Stefan exclaimed. - I want a steak with blood. And some creamy soup. It's mushroomy.
Rolling my eyes, I went to cook. I accustomed him to a restaurant meal called.
The knife flew along the kitchen board, was so good. Quickly slice the meat, pepper, salt, also stuck pieces of garlic. He put potatoes on the cream soup and fried the mushrooms a little. Cream, a little cheese melted, all this to stretch and mix in a blender.
Then I took up the meat. I put great pieces of meat on a hot pan. Stef brought me a glass of red wine, which I added to the meat. The smell of roasted meat, cream cheese, and mushrooms spread through the kitchen. Everybody was already drooling.
The beckoning berry was still tickling my nose, but I was stoically tolerant as I enjoyed my lunch. The guys were softened up a few pieces at a time.
- I'll get out of the table," Steph said, stroking his stomach.
- You have a dishwasher," I laughed.
They put a cup of green tea in my hand and threw me out on the balcony so I wouldn't have to recommend anything. Yes, I sing, I can't sit around when someone is in my kitchen. Or he tries to teach me how to cook when he is not a chef. Stef didn't like to cook, so he was calm and happy to give up this job and not interfere with me. But he was good at making tea and making coffee. Yeah, that's the only thing I let him do after he almost cut off his finger slicing carrots.
When I got to the balcony, I realized why Stefan said I'd fall in love with this place, more than the city center. There was a whole forest down there! We didn't have any parks like this in the city. The paths were almost invisible, with trees, bushes, and gazebos wrapped in flowers. I saw couples walking with their children, and the elderly were sitting on benches breathing fresh air.
- Do you like it? - turned around and spilled all the tea in the mug.
- Damn, it's hot," he put the mug on the railing and shaken off his hands.