Amandla spent the noon in the kitchen making dishes with Jason for their amusement. "Oh no, this tastes like your marriage!" Jason exclaimed.
Amandla frowned and took the spoon from him, tasting the stew he had been making. She placed the spoon with soup in her mouth, her eyes not leaving Jason's face. "Yuck!" she spat out when his soup came into contact with her taste buds and ran for the tap to run water through her mouth.
"Yep, totally taste like my marriage," she agreed. The soup was bitter, to think of it, bitter than lemon itself. "What did you add?" she narrowed her eyes suspiciously; after all, he was supposed to be making tomato soup.
"My secret," he wiggled his brows and continued stirring the soup.
"As long as you eat it all by yourself, I don't care." She turned to her potato salad and served it.
She had hardly started eating it when they heard voices in the living room. "Jeff's early?"
