He went to the bedroom window, looking out at the back yard. I could ask him to stay for supper. Maybe make a stew with some of the vegetables from the garden. The idea appealed to him. He liked to cook but rarely did, given that he worked evenings. Sandwiches are me, most of the time. So, yeah, tomorrow I’ll make stew and he’d damned well better join me for supper or I’ll be eating it for lunch for the next week.
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“You’re sure?” Conley asked as they left the solarium after their morning playtime with Sir Kenith.
“No, I asked to hear myself talk,” Brian replied testily. “Yes, I’m sure I’d like you to stay for supper.”
“Then I will. Stew, you said? That sounds good. The only thing is, I’m a vegetarian.”
“Okay. It’s about time I used some of the vegetables from the garden before they go to seed, or whatever they do when they’re old. So it’ll be vegetable stew.”