JR scowled, but didn’t object. “It won’t have sprouts, will it?”
“Sprouts?”
“Or grass?”
“Why would I put grass on a sandwich?”
“Because you’re some hippie chick.”
Cocking my head at him, I tried to see myself through his eyes. Why would he assume I ate grass? That was just insane. “Well, I don’t usually eat grass on snow days. I save those forwhen the weather is just right and you can derive the most nutritional value out of the plant.”
“And when’s that?”
“Why? You want to try some?” I asked, kicking off my boots as I headed into the kitchen.
“No. Just wondering when I should steer clear of you.”
“Not until August, so you’re safe for today. But the sprouts, on the other hand, make a delicious sandwich. Sit. I’ll make something to eat.”
It was just a normal living room like anyone else’s, but he inspected the furniture like it was going to suddenly spring to life and trap him in a spell. Very carefully, he sat on the couch, adjusting back and forth before finally settling in.
Chuckling to myself, I dug through my fridge until I found the leftover roast beef. I always felt it was better on the first day, but it made excellent sandwiches. I warmed up the beef in the sauce on the stove while I grabbed the hoagies and laid out the plates with chips.
JR was busy fighting off Milo as he tried to sit on his lap. The whole thing was hilarious, and just to prove a point, I grabbed my camera and snapped a picture of him playing with Milo, trying to get him to chase toys instead of sitting anywhere near him.
“Lunch is ready!”
The wary expression on JR’s face as he strode into the kitchen was hilarious. “I made liver sandwiches with a lovely kidney sauce.”
“A what?”
“Liver. It’s very nutritious. It’s high in protein, improves immunity, it’s good for your brain, reduces the risk of cancer,andmost importantly, it boosts your energy levels,” I grinned.
“My energy levels are just fine,” he muttered.
“Right, but did I also tell you that the kidney sauce is full of Omega-3 fatty acids?”
He stared at me, not at all impressed.
“That means it’s good for your heart!”
“I think I’ll go home now.”
“Wait!” I said, rushing around him before he could leave. “Don’t you even want to try it?”
“Not even a little.”
“But…you didn’t even get to try the sweetbreads.”
“Please tell me that’s actual bread.”
I smiled sweetly at him. “It’s the pancreas.”
“I’m out of here,” he said, pushing past me.
Laughing, I grabbed his hand and tugged him back. “I’m just kidding. I made roast beef sandwiches.”
But he didn’t look at all convinced. In fact, as I dragged him back to the table, he actually looked like he was going to his death. “How do I know you’re not lying to me now, trying to trick me into eating like… sheep anus?”
