Craig chuckled and went to the kitchen and plated the food. He turned the light on over the range, plating the prime rib that was only just warmed, a potato the size of Enach's head, and sides of sour cream ( creme fresh?)  butter, chives and bacon, before bringing it over to peg. In the other hand he carried a thick linen napkin, a fork and a knife and he handed everything over to her.<br/><em><br/>Water, Beer or something else to drink while you eat?</em><br/><br/>He went back to the kitchen got out the steak that was for the boys and proceeded to dice it into small pieces. he split it between two plates and set them on the floor before giving an odd whistle. Peg didn't know that it was the same whistle he had sent to their minds, letting them know the steak would be theirs. The boys left her side to grab the food, knowing that she was already fed.<br/><br/>He plated his own food, pushing the salads into the fridge for later. For his baked he only took butter and salt. The Prime Rib was tender enough to push it apart with a tongue, the knife being redundant. He brought what ever drink peg has wanted over as well as his own when he came to sit down. With Peg and the boys all taken care of, Craig sat down on the couch across from her and began to eat.<br/><em><br/>I am glad you decided to stay</em><br/><br/>It was simple, a comment. The truth. The honesty that she never had to come to his apartment, never had to share his bed, And now, now he wasn't sure how he would feel if she decided to go. He needed to figure out what it was about her that called to him. Needed to figure that out, and so much more.