"Feeding people, and cooking in general, is one of my top three." Maryanne confessed. It genuinely made her happy, it kept her busy and away from crushing thoughts. But she would only tell him the other two if he asked. She was sorely tempted to show up at his office with left overs if working past dinner was a habit.
Well, he definitely made her laugh, one that felt good too. She partially covered her face when she did. "Yes, us Americans are heathens." She couldn't resist another chuckle. A blush raising to her cheeks when she recalled their hungover discussion. She wasn't sure if she could ever look the man in the face again.
Her brow knitted together, she only sort of remembered the list she'd given Liberty. "I got really really drunk after that, I mean I remember doing it, and remember that was why I had to get drunk, but..." Her nose scrunched up just a little. Maybe she should join the AA group. Drinking was starting become a trend. "Oh, three times. Eight of those names are biologically mine. Tim is my first born, and he was born by himself, conceived while I was human. Then it was Mitchie, Howie, and Barney, who were planned, and then I had Mack and Georgie, and Little John and Little Loki. All sets have a different father. Applejack is Richie's Mother. And Clint is Maria's Mother." There was a little pang when she mentioned Clint, her fingers reached for her wedding ring, her index pushing it to turn around on her finger. But that was the only indication that she was bothered. She was curious what his reaction would be to Clint having given birth.