Re: Quicklog: Marvel, Clem & Jake
[Clementine couldn't imagine this boy playing football any, and maybe she had a real clear image of Jake in her mind as something small and fragile, something inclined to painting and thinking the whole apartment wouldn't stink itself up with the smell. But she liked the way he sat up real well, the way his face brightened some when he considered cooking as something like art.] Honey, there are whole television channels dedicated to cooking as art. [She took a bite of something new, something folded over itself with pâté inside, and she held up the bit that was left between her fingers.] This is heaven, sugar, and everyone cares about food.
[Maybe it was settling some, cooking as art, but she wasn't going to be able to talk him into palettes any, not this boy. Stubborn as his daddy, and he wouldn't like hearing it. Instead, she called the waiter on over, asked for two of everything, so he could taste it all too, and she settled on back to stuff herself real, real well.]