RP: Lorelai and Max Who: Lorelai and Max What: there's drinking and drinking Where: Max's place When: evening, 17 of August, 2000
They were finally caught up, or as caught up as any potion shop could get. The shelves were full, the ingredients' cupboard was fully stocked. Spines and scales had been crushed, flesh had been sliced and diced. She had even managed to wash the counter with Windolene and not spells. The floor had been swept and washed. She was pretty sure that Max hated the shop this clean.
When he was finishing up with his potions, she went upstairs. She didn't ask, she just went. Cooking on a wood stove was something she was used to, and she made do with whatever she found in his ice box and in the cupboards. Stews were easy to make and always filling. She didn't give Max any choice about having company for dinner. She cooked and she was going to eat there.
After dinner, she helped put everything in the sink, but he could cast cleaning spells for that. She hated doing the dishes and she always had Rory doing them by magic. "All right, bring out the booze. I don't want to go home and we need to celebrate not having to work until the middle of the night."