She pours herself a half glass of wine, and then - after a moment of hesitation - pours him an identical half-glass. It's a well-aged merlot, grown in the soil of España, and a perfect pair with the stroganoff. And, like all mothers everywhere, she takes her seat last, and relaxes slowly.
Sammy is still toying with his veg, but Frankie digs in. At least he sees the benefit, eating the broccoli before the meat and noodles. Hips hides a smile behind her wine glass, even as she leans over and strokes the back of Frankie's head. And then she winks saucily at Katsuya, nodding at his wine glass. Drink up, m'laddio.
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Date: 2018-03-30 12:40 am (UTC)She pours herself a half glass of wine, and then - after a moment of hesitation - pours him an identical half-glass. It's a well-aged merlot, grown in the soil of España, and a perfect pair with the stroganoff. And, like all mothers everywhere, she takes her seat last, and relaxes slowly.
Sammy is still toying with his veg, but Frankie digs in. At least he sees the benefit, eating the broccoli before the meat and noodles. Hips hides a smile behind her wine glass, even as she leans over and strokes the back of Frankie's head. And then she winks saucily at Katsuya, nodding at his wine glass. Drink up, m'laddio.