British Cooking

Where somebody finally (after six months) stops moping.

Me:  "ただい....  Eh!?"

~sparkle~

~sparkle~

~SPARKLE~

Me:  "B~"  .*w*

Brishen:  "I.... have to apologize.  I've been angry, feeling my existence is always at your whim.  But I realize.... you do still try to be considerate of me, even though you don't have to.  So....  I thank you."

Me:  "So you cleaned?"

Brishen:  "Also...."

Me:  "Aww~!  You're my wife after all!"

Brishen:  "I'm not."

Me:  "Hee hee~"

Brishen:  "Well....?"

Me:  "British cooking..............................."  .;_;

Brishen:  "And perhaps......................."

Me:  "Hm?"

Brishen:  "Perhaps you could show me how to use the computer again....................."

Oh, B.

.^,^