"That sounds good. We can go to the convenience store and get the ingredients."
She shook her head, her gaze drifting to the window. The sky outside was already turning a deep, dark blue.
"No. It is getting late." She looked over at the shopping bags they had left by the door. "We can just use what we have."
He nodded again.
'Right, it is getting dark.'
He had not even considered the time. His mind was still processing the events of the day. He walked to the kitchen and looked at the grocery bags on the counter. Chicken, onions, carrots…
'But do I have curry roux?'
He rummaged through one of the bags. He did not.
'Crap. I should have bought some.'
He felt a little stupid. She was being more practical than he was.
He started to follow her into the kitchen. "I can help."
She turned, her expression suddenly serious. She held up a hand, a small, quiet gesture that stopped him completely.
"No." Her voice was soft but firm. "This is my way of... repaying you."
'Repaying me?'
