Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
"I was thinkin' 'bout chicken, unless y'd prefer somet'in' else."
She smiles at him, leading him hurriedly to the kitchen, which was the cleanest room in the apartment at the moment.
And, to be fair, that meant it was almost spotless, save a few dirty dishes and the occasional stray piece of paper. She moved a folder of photos off the table, and motioned at a chair. "Have a seat, and I'll get the food started."