<strong>Katy and Mike in the kitchen</strong><br/><br/>Katy's smile broadened at Mike's praise for the food she'd cooked.  "Your first omelet, even with all of your travel?" she asked.  "I'm really pleased you like it.  I was telling you last night about how my parents are vegan, so I grew up not eating stuff like this.  Now, though, I love eggs.  This is my Sunday morning indulgence.  I make mine vegetarian, so this one doesn't have the chopped ham in it."<br/><br/>She scooped a bite of her omelet up on her fork and offered it to him to taste.  "I know the red meat adds a lot of flavor.  If you're ever feeling adventurous and we can get the ingredients out here, I'll make my favorite one for you some time.  It's a Mexican one Sam, my ex-husband, used to make.  Fresh jalapenos and onions, some tomatoes, white Mexican cheese.  And he made his with a spicy sausage called chorizo."<br/><br/>They ate for a few moments, and then Mike changed the subject to her art.  "I'd love to paint for you," she responded.  She immediately knew what she wanted to create for him.  He was a man of the sea, and he was land bound now for two years, even if he was surrounded on all sides by his ocean.  She wanted to bring to him a sense of what he must consider his "home" to be.  "The boat," she said, "if you think you'd like it.  The one at the boathouse."  She already had the image in mind, four figures sailing in the cove, or perhaps even in the open ocean.  "And with a custom frame, I don't have to worry about what size to make it."<br/><br/>Finishing up her meal, she wiped her mouth with a napkin.  "I'm hoping I can ask you for a favor in return.  I saw that you play pool, and that we got a pool table.  Will you teach me how to play at some point?"