"It's a type of oven that is closed and used to cook meat with no escape."

"They were so fun. I didn't care too much for the dresses, can't fight in those but hiding baby goats from the kiln was as adventure."

"How about you me and Mark sleep under the stars? Have a little camp out. We can stake out marshmallows."

"Thank you made it myself. I didn't know you like battle stuff or is it the belts? It's the belts right?"

"I'm all your hot damn honeybee."

"Thank you, hello Sam I'm Tala by the way."

She turns around placing his plate on the table with a bottle of beer running her tail under his chin lovingly risking her being pounced. She takes a seat in his lap nibbling his ear.

"You know, I think a trip to Asia would be lovely and it could be a prelude to our wedding/honeymoon my love."

Tala was in the kitchen shaking her ass to Metallica putting his sandwich together charring the meat.

"Almost done baby give me another minute or so."

She lays the meat on the bread then the sauce tweaking happily.

"Just a turkey wrap baby you need more than that. I'll fix you a n.y. strip steak panini with sweet and sour honey bbq sauce."

Her nails play in his hair giving him a swoop.

"So I'm feeding my baby are my plans for tonight."

She skips away wagging her tail.

"Sir, you better not get cheese in my naughty bits."

She puts her fixings together then folds her naco quite horribly but smiles at her achievement.

Her arms wrapped around his neck keeping them close.

"How was your day, have you eaten do you need to sit a spell?"