He pauses in his slicing of the second roll as Mar'i moves to the fridge, pulling out the portobellos. The aroma of the marinade instantly reaches his nose and Grant looks over at her with a somewhat bewildered smile. "That smells great," he says quickly, watching as she moves toward the grill.
The second roll is sliced in half, and Grant sets the knife on the counter, turning toward her. "Need me to get the salad?" he asks.
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Date: 2006-12-24 02:09 am (UTC)The second roll is sliced in half, and Grant sets the knife on the counter, turning toward her. "Need me to get the salad?" he asks.