Yeah, a creative at heart, she thought. It was time to start some real recon on the reserve and see what areas could use improvement, whether they provide a creative outlet or not. It was nice of him to say, though. Eva offered a knowing smile at his rearranging remark. His books were never going to be settled, nor the dust on them.
"I found something in the living room you might be interested in."
Probably. Her curiosity knew few bounds. "Yes?" she questioned with her legs twitching to move and follow wherever her mate was going to take her. The living room, obviously, but to what end?
A box. For a cat. That was... racist. She smirked. "I was going to give you a hard time but I'm more in love with you right now than I've ever been..." she half-teased and distractedly crouched and crawled into said box, following the smells of utter delight. She turned around once she'd entered and poked her head back out the flaps. "Coming?"
"I'll start cooking one of these days, I swear."
"You will not do that; we both know it. Accept your reality," Eva urged then tugged on Nate's pant leg and disappeared back into her new hideout. If he didn't follow, it was his loss. She propped herself up on an extra thick pillow and began inspecting the containers of Mexican food. "Tamales..." she said with a purr in her throat, mostly talking to herself. There was no time wasted in digging in. "You even brought in real forks..." The lycan pulled on her human's shirt collar and reeled him in for a kiss. Plastic forks were just the worst...