OOC: Hope you don't mind if I fast-forward the game a bit.<br/><br/>Tristan shuddered in mock revulsion. "The last time you tried to poison me! It was all burned garlic bread and sticky pasta." Lauren's attempt at spaghetti had not gone well, to say the least.<br/><br/>"Meet you at your place in an hour." Tristan dropped a light kiss on her forehead, then started walking away. His mind was already working out the menu for tonight's dinner.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>In a little over an hour, there was a knock on Lauren's door. "Pizza delivery!" Tristan yelled through the door.