Stone sent a fake sideways glare at Slate. Slate had just finished licking up the last of the sauce. He circled once, flopped down and then rolled over on his back, stretching his legs out in all directions and even hanging his tongue out the side of his mouth a little. If it had been anymore perfect, he would've let out a belch of a sigh. He looked about as happy as a pig in shit. That thought made him dig for his cell phone so he could take a picture and send it to Lis. The comment with it? Your son looks like you after a night of drinking and a night on the 6 train.
He shook his head and put his phone away before going to grab two large bowls and some forks as well as a metal spatula for the food. "How was work?" He asked as he walked over next to Lara and then kissed the side of her head. "I hope you're hungry." Mmmm, burnt cheese.