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Cooking with Angels will NOT be picked up by Food Network
Who: TJ and Andy
Where: His apartment
When: Dinner time
What: He makes good on a promise to prove she's not that bad of a cook.... he's wrong.
There was no possible way she was a bad cook. The pretty blonde had been on his mind, though he often told his head to shut up and focus on the important things. It was just his way, he supposed. So he finally had a night free and he called her up, pleased she would be able to come over. He spent the day planning a simple fare for their meal, something that he had learned a long time ago himself. Chicken parmesan wasn't that hard to make. Plus, there was the added bonus of downtime while it was baking that could be spent talking. That was something TJ hadn't gotten a chance to do a lot of when she had come to the Nest.
When the knock rang through his apartment, he was already wearing his apron, a spare over his arm. Yes, he had more than one and no, this wasn't girly. It was solid white and would suit her just fine. At least, he hoped so. Grin on his face, TJ opened the door. "I'm glad you're here," he said, looking forward to the evening with the perky and ever question filled Andy.
Where: His apartment
When: Dinner time
What: He makes good on a promise to prove she's not that bad of a cook.... he's wrong.
There was no possible way she was a bad cook. The pretty blonde had been on his mind, though he often told his head to shut up and focus on the important things. It was just his way, he supposed. So he finally had a night free and he called her up, pleased she would be able to come over. He spent the day planning a simple fare for their meal, something that he had learned a long time ago himself. Chicken parmesan wasn't that hard to make. Plus, there was the added bonus of downtime while it was baking that could be spent talking. That was something TJ hadn't gotten a chance to do a lot of when she had come to the Nest.
When the knock rang through his apartment, he was already wearing his apron, a spare over his arm. Yes, he had more than one and no, this wasn't girly. It was solid white and would suit her just fine. At least, he hoped so. Grin on his face, TJ opened the door. "I'm glad you're here," he said, looking forward to the evening with the perky and ever question filled Andy.