It's easy to see that he's really not too cut up about so I let myself relax a little, pulling the plate closer and digging into the okra first.

"Well, you know," I tell him with a teasing grin. "Good for a hockey player, at least. Though I guess I really shouldn't've been so surprised. You're very good at following directions and that's basically all baking is when you're first starting out."

I bite into the okra then and it's a little like biting into a small piece of home. My eyes close and I let out a soft, happy moan before looking at Jack again. "I still can't believe you did this. I can't even remember the last time I had okra. I had no idea there was anyone here even makin' it."