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"Get away from the window boot!" Tim barked as Lucy stared in awe of the chaotic storm beginning to brew. She rolled her eyes joining him by the kitchen island. The thunder was slowly starting to sound closer. "What's that?" She asked curiously as he pulled the foil-covered pan out of freezer. "Lasagna." He said it simply with no invitation for further questioning. Of course, that was a slim chance knowing his chatty boot. "Sooo... did you make it?" She was almost in disbelief that he was capable of just domesticity. It was surprising enough to find a soft throw, and candles along the hutch, beneath the TV. What wasn't a surprise was the monster of a TV he had mounted on the wall, accompanied by Surround Sound. He rolled his eyes. "What, you think I stole it off of some old lady's window sill?" He should have seen her snarky retort coming. "Tim, we're not in a 1950's cartoon. No one does that anymore." She sat on a stool swinging her legs, watching as he put the lasagna in the oven. "Just how old do you think I am, boot?" He handed her a beer, raising an eyebrow. Gladly accepting, she gave him the biggest grin. He had to surpress his own, trying to appear stern. She decided sassing him wasn't worth the burpees she would have to endure.