One Hell of A Dinner.

Over an hour later, I go back downstairs to check up on my chef father.

"What's cracking?" I ask from the kitchen door.

He had his sleeves rolled up and his shirt's first two buttons undone. He was stirring something on the cooker when I called for him.

"Food that you're totally ungrateful for." He states and glances at me.

"Well if I'm not grateful, my stomach sure will be." I state and move into the kitchen. "So what's for dinner?" I ask as I lean towards the pot but he pulls me back by my hair.

"Cottage pie and beef stew." He states.

"No cake?"

"It's not a birthday, it's a dinner."

"what's for dessert then?" I ask him.

"The pie."

The front door opens and closes.

"What's this heavenly smell I'm perceiving?"

"Dad's cooking!" I shout from the kitchen.

"Really?" Alec pops his head by the door and I nod.

"Beef stew and cottage pie." I add