MCA #0: Tuesday Evening

[needsaparrot]

Xander's cooking. Real cooking, not even pasta. Cooking with meat and veggies and something that passes for gravy. It's not really taking his mind off what he learned today, but it's letting him concentrate on something with set steps, instructions he has to follow. It's almost like work in that respect but he's less familiar with the process, and that helps today. Lets him only dwell on it in slow minutes while he's waiting for the potatoes to boil, how easy it is to take it for granted, even now. What he got back, the chance to spend time with with people he cares about, people he thought he'd lost. People - or at least one person - that he really needs to talk to, now.
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[OOC: For Bridge. SP'd for great work-and-cleaning-parents'-house-ness]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And that person is knocking on Xander's door right this moment, right on time for a dinner date, bouncing just a little because both his workshops had been pretty fun, even if he hadn't had time to stop by construction today. But that was okay because he was here *now*.