Eleanor nervously puttered in her kitchen. Bear lay on the floor watching her pacing. Cooking was not her forte, though she has improved greatly over the last few weeks with Donna and Nailah giving her advice and recipes. At the very least, the things she made were edible, but serving her cooking to someone else had her anxiety spiking.
Why did she even suggest this? What if it tased awful? What if he refused to even eat it?
She elected to go with something safe and relatively difficult to mess up: a tater-tot hotdish. The ingredients were simple enough and, like most casseroles, she had been assured it was easy even for a beginner to make. Even so, she had no idea if Caine would like it.
To stay busy, she idly set the table and cut up some fresh vegetables. Now that her appetite had re
