Jamie kind of enjoyed the idea of having a meal made for him, especially as he came into the kitchen and could smell it. He rarely made himself full blown meals and tended to just graze on whatever it was he had in the house. In a bind, he'd just pop off to the MacFusty house and get something there. He had a way with cook and always managed to fanangle something to eat out of her.

He shouldn't think about things like that though. Bella wasn't some little housewife he could bring about when he wanted. It wasn't fair to her. Or to him, for that matter.

"Sometimes," he answered, grateful for the distraction to focus his mind elsewhere, "There's a one room shack available but it isn't always close enough to where we need to be. And you saw Dagda, sometimes there's wrestling with the bastards." He winced as he realized his mistake of coarse language.

"Sorry," he said before he started to eat the food she'd placed before him, "And thanks. I don't make much by way of food round here." Which, she'd probably figured by the state of his cupboards.

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