#scarsdale

"She is," He agrees "Best Bacon free cook I know"

Tuts. "Oh, you can have your bacon drawer, I know."

"I'm trying to cut down anyway" he says "But thanks for the offer. Important thing is we don't get it on your skillet" He then says "Do you want me to learn a bit more cooking? NOt fair for you to do most of it when we move in."

"Well, that might be good..."

"My food is.. well.. a bit different, aye?"

"I've got a few recipes down, one nice thing about the farm, they don't discriminate much by gender so any guy who thinks he's 'too good for women's work' gets his ass handed to him" A thought "Mmm maybe I'll learn what Miriam likes"

"Maybe you can talk her into pork."

Earl turns as he hears more from the kitchen... something about someone not knowing how to fasten a hook of all things. "I'm not sure trying to talk a schwartz or himmelfarb into anything works well"

"Well, Miriam is a Kohen."

"Right... right, pushovers those Kohens" He says dryly

"Totally."

He gives her a brief kiss "You just like seeing me prove myself against dragons, as is a maiden's right. It's okay . I'm trying to cut down on non Kosher stuff. I'm not of the faith but out of respect"

"Oh, no, no, no - I mind not. Tis my commandment, not thine - aye? It does not disrespect me for you to have a bacon cheeseburger, no more than it is disrespect if you decline three-month-old cream."

"I want to be as much a part of your life in every way I can" he says

Zara blushes and leans in to kiss him on the cheek.

He blushes back, then "I do smell like stew though. Would your folks mind if I used a shower upstairs?"

"It will be fine, aye. Go."

Another kiss, and he slips upstairs

Just in time for a gasping wheezing sound from the kitchen door, as a small boy squrims through

Eyebrow. "So. You escaped."

"they ..they started to argue about what kind of buttons worked best on a vest... or somethin.. .and I realized who they'd use as practice" he nods, then looks to the couch "did the peas finally dissolve your boyfriend?"

"They did. Poof."

A low mutter "I knew greens were dangerous"

"Aye. Possibly poison."

"i shall never eat peas again" He says almost oath like

"Oh, you need to try them when they are mushy..."

"That's how I eat em" he says "If i have to mush em myself"

"Oh! No, there is a british dish, a specialty..."

"Though.. I suppose it does take a refined palate to appreciate it..."

"I got refined paul lets" a protest

"Do you now?"

"yeah, probably more of em than you" crossing his arms

"Indeed!" A tiny smirk.

"Yup, loads and loads of paul's lets" Firm

"You must show them to me, then."

"I didn't bring them with me..." He says

"Ah."

Flying through the air, a shirt with a 'smile face' lands right in the hands of Jacob, it is bright, sunny, and warm.

"ack!" he whispers as loud as he can in startlement and flees back to the kitchen in a panic

the garish cheerful shirt now on the floor

"Oh..." A note of distaste and she nudges it with her toe.

Vashti peeks around the corner "How ever did that happen?"

A smile. "It seems everyone is visiting. Hello, sister."

She gathers the shirt up with a sigh "pardon this terrorist attack, but the boy's loud boasting hurt my ears" folding it, she tucks it away into a purse. Inded, Zara kens the small purse and feels it is a minor treasure

"Still."

With it tucked away, she puts a hand on zara in gentle greeting.

She touches Vashti's arm and smiles. "You look well."

"do forgive the intrusion, but i bear news from the the great peak under whose shadow you have gathered protection" she reaches into the purse and pulls out a note, from Emmit and as she hands it over, she speaks "oh, I wallow in misery, i hath not commited assassination in days... how I long for guilt and regret. Woe is me that I should practice the weaving of my webs and delight in the worship of some fool"

An eyebrow, and she reads the note.

"Certainly, you deserve this current suffering. I am of a mind you should continue beneath it."