Putting ‘forever’ and ‘together’ in one sentence like that made his heart feel a bit funny, but Theodore decided against voicing it out - so he kept that little detail to himself and nodded along, swallowing away the lump in his throat that was not unpleasant at all. “I still don’t know how some golfers can get hole-in-ones from … I don’t know, a five hundred metres away? Or something like that. It’s plain ridiculous, I swear.”
“Anyway. What are you making for dinner?”
“Well, they’ve practiced and practiced for… pre’y much all their lives.” Briony pointed out, a hand going to move some hair out of her face. “An’ how long ‘ave you been playin’ for? Just a few days, yeah?” At the mention of dinner, Briony shrugged, glancing towards the kitchen. “Uh… I don’t really… how’s pasta? Okay, when we’ve saved enough, we’re visitin’ Scotland. You’ll ea’ some real food there. Like haggis.”