[That's all he's got in terms of a reply, because now he has forty five minutes to pull something out of his ass so far as dinner goes. It's a long way since bargain bin canned goods or five minute drive thru burgers meant to soak up some of the vodka still in his guts. He will arrive back at the house with a few handled paper bags, one of which has a rotisserie chicken. Which for Logan is kinda fine dining? Don't at him.
There are sides of macaroni salad, coleslaw, potato salad - the whole "I didn't barbecue this but I bought it from someone who did" nine yards. Even biscuits. And some booze, because he's sure they can tip back beers together better than they can clink wine glasses. Even if for some reason he feels like she'd look more natural with a glass of red in her hand. He puts it all down on the table.]
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[That's all he's got in terms of a reply, because now he has forty five minutes to pull something out of his ass so far as dinner goes. It's a long way since bargain bin canned goods or five minute drive thru burgers meant to soak up some of the vodka still in his guts. He will arrive back at the house with a few handled paper bags, one of which has a rotisserie chicken. Which for Logan is kinda fine dining? Don't at him.
There are sides of macaroni salad, coleslaw, potato salad - the whole "I didn't barbecue this but I bought it from someone who did" nine yards. Even biscuits. And some booze, because he's sure they can tip back beers together better than they can clink wine glasses. Even if for some reason he feels like she'd look more natural with a glass of red in her hand. He puts it all down on the table.]
You want to eat in or out?