Vince ~ After all disclosed and Nicci spoke of teaching cooking<br/><br/>Ah, certainly they had listened and Vince was glad for that. Nicci gave into his gaze, and Mila sat thoughtfully. Bo seemed to be studying things maybe fitting things together puzzle fashion. And Marcus, well Marcus had the look of a man fascinated as he watched a building rise one beam at a time from the dirt.<br/><br/>Vince felt a hand brush his knee unexpectantly. He turned in that direction as the light touch became a quick squeeze. Mari beside him, and he smiled curiously until she spoke. A thank you, and her soft smile. He couldn't help but grin.<br/><br/>Bo, who began with an offer, now sealed the first round of sharing. It was clever how he left open an offer for additional sharing and sharing bits of himself for later. Peeling back a rose, Vince thought, and as each layer of petals opened the fragrance became all the sweeter.<br/><br/>It was in that thoughtful place that Vince sat. His hand to the soup spoon.  So many spoons around his plate to choose from and glad he waited and watched before reaching.<br/><br/>The calm that he felt was like a pressure from within as if to ready him to plunge into the next part of both the meal and the conversation. He was unsure about the latter. The soup and the sopping with the roll a simple task. The wrapped meat a bit daunting. It didn't seem the type of meat to be using his fingers.  So he took his time lifting up the silverware deciding how best to go about cutting it into mouth size bits.  A melodic soprano voice rescued him.<br/><br/>And who but the green eyed vixen, Mila.  Daring again to embrace Bo's open offer. It sounded both like a warning to all and a requested for the other two women to open up.  Clever lass that one.<br/><br/>If Vince had to bet on who spoke up first at Mila's request he would definitely bet on Nicci. It was that edge in her eyes. The fine line that was the border of emotions and mischief that had drawn him to her for mayhem and magic.<br/><br/>Vince chuckled as the relaxed candor brought back delightful memories.<br/><br/>His voice raised in humor to Nicci and Mila, and certainly Mari who sat quietly beside him, "I'll nay turn me back onna dish. But I'll look twice an trice for ah toad inna milk!"<br/><br/>[I won't refuse something to eat. But I'll have a good look for a toad in the milk]<br/><br/><br/>