Bobby shook his head a little, clearing it of the mental image of John cooking wearing nothing but an apron, and ways he could try to distract him..."Right, right, I'm going. Bossy." He grinned and got out dishes and silverware, leaving the kitchen reluctantly to set the table as ordered.
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Date: 2015-01-01 11:09 am (UTC)