[She laughs at that as she slips out of the hot tub and grabs a towel.]
Of course I cook. Do you think I can keep in shape eating takeout pizza? Let me get dried off and I'll see what's in your fridge.
[She'll just leave her wet clothes on the nearby chair to dry before wrapping that towel around her now-naked form and walking back into the house to get warmed up and changed.]
[Deckard's silent but attentive as she disrobes, then relaxes where he is for a few minutes before soon joining Shelby in the kitchen in a matching state of barely-covered nudity.]
[Shelby is in a glib mood, now that she's thrown a bathrobe on and is busy inspecting the contents of his fridge to see what she can come up with. What does he keep in here, anyway?]
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So what I'm hearing is that I should start advertising my services as a therapist of some kind...
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[So not the nature of their relationship.]
Why don't I make dinner and then you can show me where the bedroom is.
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[Deckard arches an eyebrow.]
You cook? This I've got to see.
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Of course I cook. Do you think I can keep in shape eating takeout pizza? Let me get dried off and I'll see what's in your fridge.
[She'll just leave her wet clothes on the nearby chair to dry before wrapping that towel around her now-naked form and walking back into the house to get warmed up and changed.]
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[Deckard's silent but attentive as she disrobes, then relaxes where he is for a few minutes before soon joining Shelby in the kitchen in a matching state of barely-covered nudity.]
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[Shelby is in a glib mood, now that she's thrown a bathrobe on and is busy inspecting the contents of his fridge to see what she can come up with. What does he keep in here, anyway?]
You know that's not helping me, right?