Still seated in the recliner, Paul lollygagged on purpose, as Charlette removed herself from his lap and headed toward the kitchen.  Because let’s face facts: her smooching and nibbling prowess culminated in a stirring of sorts.  And he wasn’t about to stand up until that stirring died down.  Or somewhat subsided at the very least.<br/><br/>Regardless, Charlette had beaten him to it, returning with two bowls of chili nestled on their beds of rice.  Handing him a bowl, Paul smiled and thanked her for it.  She didn’t have to do that, of course, but it was just another example of her being nice.<br/><br/>Just don’t take all night eating, Old Man.  I know about your stalling tactics.  A mild shake of his head, and Paul dug into the steaming bowl of chili.  The hot link slices temptingly stood out amongst the ground-round and beans.  He knew Charlette was also hungry, as her silence confirmed this.  Who had time for words when the chili and rice were practically begging to be consumed?  Both parties were more than happy to oblige.<br/><br/>A quick glance at Charlette, and he smiled, as she obviously was enjoying his cooking.  Right then, Paul made a mental note to purchase some hot dogs and hot dog buns on his next run to the grocery store.  The leftovers would result in awesome chili dogs.  On another note, he realized she needed to wear more clothes, though this never seemed to faze her one bit.