The next night Sarah made some kind of chicken and broccoli casserole. They sat down to dinner and ate in silence for several moments.
"So, what do you do upstairs all day?" Peter asked between bites.
Sarah looked at him for a moment. "I write." she said as if she was unsure of how they would receive that information.
Kevin lifted his head to stare at her. "You write?" he asked.
Sarah nodded at him. "Yeah."
"Do you have anything published?" Scott asked.
"Two novels and a book of short stories." she said.
"Damn," Scott said appreciatively.
Kevin continued to stare at her. Not only was she a good cook and cute as hell, she was an artist, too.
"What kind of novels do you write?" Peter asked.
"Oh, dragons and swords and maiden's in distress."
"Really. Anybody ever get together in your books?" Peter raised his eyebrows suggestively. Kevin gritted his teeth.
"Of course." she said matter of factly.
"Ever do any research?" Peter purred. "I'd be interested in helping you in any way I can."
Sarah put her elbows on the table and folded her hands in front of her mouth. Her eyes glittered like she was trying not to laugh. "Really? When was the last time you slew a dragon? And exactly how did you do it?" Kevin smiled and Tom nearly spit out his pop.
"Forget it," Peter said, exasperated.
She nodded and they finished dinner in silence.
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