"I know that when all else goes to hell, I can skeedaddle back here and have a warm bed to sleep in. It's a nice thing to know." When the microwave beeped Tabitha grabbed a fork and placed it in front of him with a knowing smile. Few things could beat a home cooked meal after years of place hopping. "That'd work actually, keeps everything nice and open, not counting those weird deadlines writers have when they want to write a book." glancing at the food Tabby raised an eyebrow and turned back to the fridge. "What do you want to drink hon? We got Coke, root beer, and uh milk."