Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
"Like I said - there's always somebody." The logistics of moving the piano didn't trouble him. After hearing Dietre talk about it, he was confident they'd figure out a way. It would be good for him, no question. "Seriously, ask your friend." He gestured to the living room with the spatula. "If he agrees, you're more than welcome to get somebody to move it in. I bet it'll be easier to find someone than you think.
Well, that was almost comically sad. "Me neither," he said, lightly enough. He began mayo-ing the toasted wheat bread, adding layers of bacon as it finished frying. He set a strip aside to cool, and when the grease was no longer piping hot, he dangled it for Sieglinde, in an attempt to alleviate her sorrow.
Over the bacon went a slice of fresh tomato and a healthy amount of cold lettuce. He slid the knife through each sandwich diagonally with a satisfying crunch. "Want anything to drink?" he asked, handing the first plate off to his new roommate. There was beer in the fridge, something appropriately craft and pretentious, and he pulled out a pair, just in case.