Since James Black returned a bit late and the two of them lounged in the bedroom for a while, Jane Sampson made a simple meal for lunch.
James didn't find watching her cook boring at all; he stood in the kitchen the whole time, only taking the initiative to serve the meal once it was ready.
"Should we invite Peter Gingery for dinner tonight?" Jane asked casually, taking the tableware from James's hands after she sat down.
"No need," James refused without a second thought.
Why should he invite a third wheel to dinner with his wife?
It's not like the dormitory lights weren't bright enough.
Jane hummed in acknowledgement, took a bite of her noodles, then asked, "What's the plan for this afternoon?"
"After eating, we'll take a lunch break. At 2:30, I'll take you to the shooting range," James looked up at Jane as he spoke and bluntly criticized, "Your marksmanship is terrible."
Jane choked, nearly succumbing to her noodles.