Re: quick: carver & destiny in the kitchen
[Carver didn't understand her big smile and he squinted at it like it was too bright for him. The bubbly didn't feel like an act, but he acknowledged that he didn't spend enough time around "normal people" to really get a grasp on basic human behavior. She actually reminded him of a monk he knew back in Italy. He'd come up with strange ideas for pizza. Berries and prosciutto or bacon and pears. Somehow it worked. He made it work.] Bad luck never stopped me before.
[Carver poured her a glass, gave her a ghost of a smile and then held his own glass up.] Saluti. [He murmured and then took a sip. It was her so close that allowed him to sense something about her. She wasn't a damned woman, no. It was more like Michael's own affliction. And, if she were in-tuned with these kinds of things, she could sense something supernatural about him, too. A duality in spirit. Both here and not.]