He chuckled, “Yeah though the soul is willing, the body is weak and sore.” A wink was given at the comment about doing it right. If the state of the cabin was an indication of how well it had been done, they were definitely a cut above the rest.<br/><br/>“The mere fact that you even cooked for me says a lot,” he remarked while he got them both some water. “I mean it is like all meat and you know how much I love meat,” his comment held a double meaning that was emphasized with a particular look. “Though the way you said that I had to eat it or else, almost makes me want to see what that or else is,” he snickered.<br/><br/>This was so perfect he could have almost sworn this was a dream, that perhaps he had hit his head or something and he was in this wonderful dream world where everything was perfect. He could have even suffered some kind of a fit back when his father had first attacked him and this was what he dreamt of while he was in a coma. Whatever the reasoning and whatever else there was to have caused this, he was happy for it. If only it had not included a trashed cabin.<br/><br/>“Can’t we just…move? I can just build you a new cabin? I mean that would work, right?” he asked while he hand her the water. “What are you having? A salad?”  he asked with just a bit of a teasing tone.