Jublife Crossfires

"Are you two hungry?" She asked.

"...I am getting a little hungry" he admitted

"Sure, i could eat." Fall said. "What do you want?"
"Surprise us." Eleanor looks at Orwell. 'He is such a great cook."

"Alright" he said "I'll take your word for it"

Fall starts to make spaghetti and meat balls.

"I'll.... leave the chef to his work" he said, leaving the kitchen

Eleanor follows him.

"Hello, didn't think I should interfere

"He likes to cook. it a thing of his." Eleanor said.

"More the reason to stand out of his way"

She sits next to him.

"Sorry my family is putting you through all this..." he said pulling her closer "dear"

"It's not your fault." She rested her head don his shoulder.

"Maybe not.... but I should still take responsibility"

"No you shouldn't" Eleanor told him.

"My family... my responsibility" he said "just like you are responsible to keeping yours in check"

"No I'm not." She said. "I'm old enough to make my own decisions, and so are my parents."

"....and my decision is to deal with my father"

"How are you going to do that?" She asked.

"Next few days I'll be figuring that out" he said

"Then i will make sure not to distract you to much.' she said.

"...you know, a muse isn't a distraction" he said

There is a loud gron from the kitchin.
"Oh stup up!" Eleanor shouted at Fall, blushing.

He sat back, being quiet himself

She puts her hands on his leg. "Well, he should be done soon."