Bill liked good food, it was one of the reasons he liked to travel, to try new things. He’d been extremely taken by Middle Eastern food, it had meant Egypt worked for him nicely. But it had been a while since he’d got out, he’d been practicing playing house for years.
Mike had a cute smile that played in the corners of his mouth and It drew Bill’s attention. “Clearly Roller Derby is my life,” he said with a solemn little nod. “I like a good book,” he said after a moment. “But I’m more interested in the green house and what might grow there,” Bill explained. With the right ingredients he could mix up his own salve for his scars, or anything else he might need. “What about you? What doorways do you tend to darken?”