Chase let the bag of cheese land with the other ingredients before he leaned on the counter, smiling fondly at her as he looked at the jar. "I've never been to Olive Garden," he replied, his tone thoughtful as he tilted his head. "Don't know how to make sauce, either. Does your uncle? Or...does he just have something against pasta sauce?" He thought of the next joke a few seconds before saying it out loud, and he started laughing at the absurdity of it to the point where he barely got it out. "Did pasta sauce kill his wife?"
It was so stupid, but something about it just felt great. Like he needed that laugh, despite the fact that the day really hadn't been all that bad. Maybe it was just the past few days catching up to him, finally realizing that Lennon was okay. That the house wasn't going to be without Cecilia, because what a clusterfuck that would have been. And he liked Cecilia. He also liked Jack, and the fact that the guy had only been back for half a day and already he was planning the next great house feast. And then there was the dog, who he couldn't wait to tell Kiley about. He'd been holding it in, too, wanting her to be the first one he told for no other reason than she was Kiley, and that she was there. Another thing to be grateful for.