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[assassinrue]

Phillip smiled softly at her, "Wine? I have red and white. Or I have something stronger."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Wine will be lovely," she said firmly. Something stronger wasn't a good idea.

[assassinrue]

Phillip acknowledged her with a smile, pulling a bottle of wine out of the fridge and setting to unscrew the cork. She was being civil, that was a good sign.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Olivia watched him with a distant look in her eyes. She really could use a drink. In her current state, though, she'd have to watch herself. She'd be tempted to drink way too much.

[assassinrue]

Phillip moved about, taking the roast out and plating it, grabbing side from the stove or fridge. Soon he placed the plates on the table and sat with Liv.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Philip, everything looks... amazing." She glanced around the table with wide eyes. When was the last time someone had cooked a meal for her? Her instinct was never, but that couldn't be right. Surely her mother or father had at some point.

[assassinrue]

Phillip smiled, although it did not quite reach his eyes. "I hope it tastes as good as it looks." He sat, one hand splayed across the table next to his plate. "This is simply a meal, Olivia, there are no obligations or expectations, you may relax and enjoy."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Olivia picked up her wine and gave him a wry smile. "Nothing comes with no obligations or expectations, Phillip. You should know that." She took a sip and delicately set the glass back on the table. "Especially you."