"Music on the side," Jarid Sark told Charlotte as she sat gingerly. "I record music tracks at night."<br/><br/>He didn't smirk but he wanted to. He knew it hurt but how she was trying to sit carefully one cheek at a time tickled him.<br/><br/>"What shall it be. Tomato and cheese, Peanut butter and jelly or an egg and ham sandwich?" He asked pouring her a cup of tea and sliding the saucer to her.<br/><br/>"Mind it's hot," He motioned to the accoutrements. "Raw sugar and creme there if you like."<br/><br/>