WHO: Stefan and Ileana WHAT: Talking, scolding; they’re practically the same thing. WHERE: 1203 WHEN: Dinnertime the same day as this. WARNINGS:Maybe some language?
Stefan emptied out the noodle contents of the paper box onto the plate. It was unnecessary, sure, and it wasn’t as if Ileana didn’t already know he wasn’t cooking. But being on the move so often meant that sit down dinners with family (for that’s what she really was) didn’t happen often. When he had an opportunity to make it so, he would.
That and eating at the table meant they were talking business. Trying to have serious conversation would be impossible when eating take out on the couch. The footsteps behind him let him know she was approaching. “Hope you’re hungry. I didn’t know what was good, so I ordered…” He looked down at the various plates of entrees. It was a mistake to wait until he was hungry to order food. He practically ordered everything. “I got a lot.” It was a good thing he had a healthy appetite on him, or they’d be eating take out for days to come.