As far as she's concerned it's a trait that makes him the best husband in the world. There is definitely a food gene in the Campbell bloodline. The only thing to skip Mary is the ability to instinctively cook. Dean seems to have gotten it, just like his grandmother had it. The smell of bacon has not hit her nose yet, but pancakes and blueberries with the whipped added up top do, which creates a sense of anticipation in her body language. She loves the heart shaped pancakes either way because the thought means more than his execution.
She catches herself staring at him often. The warm smell of pancakes just make it a temporarily hard to do when he sets the plate in front of her.
She is happy she asked. "You could ask the boys if they have the supplies." It would make matters easier or at the very least decrease some of their potential list. It's taking a little effort on her part not to let one thing go in one ear and out the other with him behind the stove.
She nods. "At the Houndsooth there are a few coming up." John's memory serves him well.
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Date: 2020-01-05 04:04 am (UTC)She catches herself staring at him often. The warm smell of pancakes just make it a temporarily hard to do when he sets the plate in front of her.
She is happy she asked. "You could ask the boys if they have the supplies." It would make matters easier or at the very least decrease some of their potential list. It's taking a little effort on her part not to let one thing go in one ear and out the other with him behind the stove.
She nods. "At the Houndsooth there are a few coming up." John's memory serves him well.