Honey didn't enjoy fancy shmancy places as much as she enjoyed dressing up for said, fancy schmancy places. There was just something so very crisp about dressing up to go to a combination thing. Which is one reasons she enjoyed brunch. She also enjoyed brunch because...where else could you get waffles, prime rib, hollandaise sauce, quiche, shrimp, oysters, pastries...well, the list goes on? and things had been sort of stressful lately. Honey Skye happened to be an emotional eater. A fact that was not lost on her as her hands slimmed up the tight wasp like waist on her waspy type dress after she'd set down her menu...waiting for whatever other news Xander was going to lay on her.
The news of his fathers murder had been hard on her too. She loved his father...his parents. But, she hadn't been able to talk about it with him because he seemed so unable to open up to her and fancy type restaurants wasn't where someone came to unleash their inner turmoil.
On the way over she had thought he would pull over in a park and perhaps she would have preferred that but he hadn't and when they drove back it she fingered her pearl necklace and wished for a cigarette. Now she wanted one again! Why couldn't one smoke in public places anymore? She felt like such a villain.
"Alright." Honey Skye told him, almost as non-chalantly as he'd told her. She wasn't surprised. He'd be great in government and of course she supported him no matter what he wanted to do. She wasn't just his wife...she was his friend-despite how much she sometimes wished she wasn't. "What can I do to help?"