by Kuragari » Wed Jun 10, 2015 2:43 pm
Amy giggled at that, calling out to you as she said "I make food for my family sometimes at home, and I haven't killed anyone yet. Sides, my mom thinks my cooking is better then hers."
The table started out simple with plates and silverware for the two of you, but as you looked at it, you found yourself frowning. It didn't seem right, even if this was what you and your mom did all the time. Strangely enough, as you began to add a bit more romantic flair to it, you found yourself trying to imagine what you, as a girl, would like to have for such a tender meal with a boyfriend.