"Pants are overrated anyway, I find that to be true more often than not." It's true, before Genevieve had moved in, he'd spent a lot of time around the house wearing absolutely nothing simply because he liked the freedom of it. He'd been caught more than once by beachgoers who'd chosen the wrong--or maybe the very, very right--time to get an eyeful through his window or as he'd been getting out of his pool. He's not much of a blusher, though, nor does he really get shame when it comes to appreciating his own body or anyone else's.
He mirrors her wrinkled nose with his own before letting out a laugh. "You're right, nix the doughy waterbed, that's not buddies. And I've decided I'm making us a salad, I have the sudden craving for something light and delicious." He holds a finger up as if in warning, his expression suddenly serious. "Not that anything I could have made wouldn't have been delicious, let's just be clear on that." He eases back into a bright smile before turning back to the fridge to reach for some of the ingredients he'd spotted earlier.
"And shit, yeah, I do know Spencer. Not super well but we graduated together, I was close with his brother, we were both on the football team." He's got an armful of food--mango, chicken, ginger, avocado, salad greens, limes--and sets them on the counter before looking up at her, still smiling though it's with a hint of sadness. "You know what happened, right? That he, you know, passed away a couple years ago?" He gives a one-shouldered shrug before pulling open a cabinet behind him, grabbing some olive oil and soy sauce to add to his pile. "Spencer's a good guy. People still think-- Well, sometimes people in this town think a lot of bullshit, but he's a good guy. And I'm sure he's got a good kitchen."
He skips over that part about staying at the boarding because she seems to not want to make a big deal of it and even though it surprises him a little, he respects that. She's got a better set-up now anyway, though he can't even remotely imagine Spencer Waters, who'd always been so quiet and so very much the opposite of his brother, living with someone who seems as chatty and bright as Raleigh.
He reaches for his cutting knife and board, positioning the mango over it before he starts slicing. "Dinners, yes. Or something, also yes. My cousin's also a terrible influence so between the two of us, there's never a dull moment at this place. I've got a birthday coming up in a few weeks, actually, I'm trying to decide between throwing it at Watersong or just having it here. You're already invited, by the way, which now means you have to offer your input."
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He mirrors her wrinkled nose with his own before letting out a laugh. "You're right, nix the doughy waterbed, that's not buddies. And I've decided I'm making us a salad, I have the sudden craving for something light and delicious." He holds a finger up as if in warning, his expression suddenly serious. "Not that anything I could have made wouldn't have been delicious, let's just be clear on that." He eases back into a bright smile before turning back to the fridge to reach for some of the ingredients he'd spotted earlier.
"And shit, yeah, I do know Spencer. Not super well but we graduated together, I was close with his brother, we were both on the football team." He's got an armful of food--mango, chicken, ginger, avocado, salad greens, limes--and sets them on the counter before looking up at her, still smiling though it's with a hint of sadness. "You know what happened, right? That he, you know, passed away a couple years ago?" He gives a one-shouldered shrug before pulling open a cabinet behind him, grabbing some olive oil and soy sauce to add to his pile. "Spencer's a good guy. People still think-- Well, sometimes people in this town think a lot of bullshit, but he's a good guy. And I'm sure he's got a good kitchen."
He skips over that part about staying at the boarding because she seems to not want to make a big deal of it and even though it surprises him a little, he respects that. She's got a better set-up now anyway, though he can't even remotely imagine Spencer Waters, who'd always been so quiet and so very much the opposite of his brother, living with someone who seems as chatty and bright as Raleigh.
He reaches for his cutting knife and board, positioning the mango over it before he starts slicing. "Dinners, yes. Or something, also yes. My cousin's also a terrible influence so between the two of us, there's never a dull moment at this place. I've got a birthday coming up in a few weeks, actually, I'm trying to decide between throwing it at Watersong or just having it here. You're already invited, by the way, which now means you have to offer your input."