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“Is that it?” he asked. “The show is over?”
“That might be the case,” she said. “I’m not sure how he does it. He doesn’t even have to take the squeaker out. It just dies.”
“So it has no use to him?” he asked.
“He’ll play with it. Between us, I think he doesn’t like the noise.”
“Could be,” he said.
Sawyer followed her to the kitchen, Fred still flipping his new toy up in the air and chasing after it.
“I hope you’re hungry. I thought I could make us a calzone each. I’ve got all the normal things to put inside.”
“And here I thought you said you didn’t cook,” he said.
“No. I said I wasn’t a cook like some of the other members of my family. But this is a fun interactive meal. We can each make our own.”
“I can do that,” he said. “I do cook for myself often.”
She pulled the dough over that she’d had rising in a bowl, then found two rolling pins and the flour.
She sprinkled the flour on the island. “Let’s see how good you are at rolling dough.”
“I will admit this might be a first, but I’m sure I can figure it out.”
She pulled the dough out of the bowl and cut it so that she got a third of it and Sawyer the rest. Then she floured her rolling pin and he did the same with his and they got to work.
“It’s not staying in place,” he said, frowning.
“You have to keep doing it again and again until it will stay the size you want. Stretch it with your hands if you want.”
She showed him how to do it and when they were done, she’d pulled the baking stones out that she’d had warming in the oven already and set them aside.
“What kind are you making?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. I might mix it all in. I cooked the sausage earlier. If you don’t use it, don’t worry. I’ll put it in sauce or something and have a ragu with it over pasta.”
“I’ll do the same as you,” he said.
She grinned. “Copycat.”
“Aren’t you going to make one for Fred?”
“He can have a bite of mine. I normally just stick to meat or something simple for him. This has a bit too much processed stuff in it though he’d love it.”
Once both of their calzones were loaded and closed up, they put them on the stone and back in the oven they went.
“How was your Christmas?” he asked.
They hadn’t talked all that much. “You probably want to know what my text was about on Christmas Eve, don’t you?”
“If you want to tell me,” he said.
“Well, you know my aunt likes to set people up.”
“I do,” he said. “And I have a feeling she is getting in my grandparents’ ears now. Though I think my grandmother has wanted to do it for years, but now it’s making more sense.”
“Oh,” she said. “We’ll get to that part in a second. But first, when you were having a good time with your coworkers, I was trying to escape my aunt. I was hiding in another room when I texted you and Ella found me.”
