There was a clear idea that they were going to have to work on their communication of what classified as a classic movie. Mark didn't find Fight Club to be all that classic, and in many ways he found it to be overrated. He had of course once again made some assumption about her liking more girly flicks, but that was a common thing for women to like so he made the generalization. It was similar to how she assumed he had movies like Fight Club.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"No, not that, I do have the Rocky series though, all seven of them, the third is my favorite though. If you want a comedy though..."</span>he sighed a bit,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"...I have Accepted, Here Comes the Boom, or The Waterboy, your pick</span>." He liked all of them, they each had their own sort of nostalgic affect or could provide a decent amount of laughter. The sheer thought of going on a walk though was not the high point of the conversation. When she stood up and suggested it he shook his head subtly to indicate that there was no chance in hell. When Eliza started taking off on him he muttered under his breath,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"crazy ass fool."</span><br/><br/>He doubted very much that she could hear him, it was designed to be quiet. He watched her as she nodded her head and went inside, clearly to take a phone call, and he assumed it had something to do with him. What specifically it was about he wasn't sure, nor did he care. Mark stared off into the distance of the lake and watched the rain pitter patter onto the water. It was soothing as he took another drink from the lemonade that Eliza had poured him. He didn't know how long she had been gone when she finally returned, but his hands had begun to shake worse than before, a clear sign he was suffering from withdrawals. Mark hated it, he craved one badly, but he was willing to play along for now. It wasn't like Eliza was all bad, but testing her patience was something he planned on doing for the duration, test just how invested in getting this story she really was.<br/><br/>When she suggested he focus on his breathing he did just that. In through the nose, out through the mouth, just like Mr. Miyagi had told Daniel in The Karate Kid, it did work a bit, that and the massage she was giving was heavenly. It had been a really long time since anyone had given him this much attention, and he soaked it up to its fullest extent. He hated that it did eventually have to end, but at least the duration of it helped calm him down. He felt the stress slowly but surely work its way down, the cravings die off a little bit, and his body achieved a more normal state than it had been in.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Sure, we can start on dinner, I can help a little bit, but my skills as a chef are somewhat limited and lacking</span>." Mark replied back, trying his best to sound somewhat useful, but at the same time he was going to be brutally honest. Cooking was limited for him, he generally just made simple plain meals, fried a steak in a pan, made some macaroni and cheese from a box, threw in vegetables once in a while, not much. That or he did some frozen meals from time to time. He was serious about helping her with things though, and so he stood up, grabbed his cane, and headed indoors. He made his way into the kitchen and stood there, admiring the fact that she had actually cleaned it up a little bit which was something considering he had lived like a pig for so long. Still he didn't give her the satisfaction of being thanked for her hospitality, instead he just looked at her and waited for instructions.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"So where do you want me to begin master chef?"</span>He asked her with a smile.