Thanks. It's nice to have access to actual meat again... you want a snack later, there's some left.

[ He's currently transferring it to a container, dishes left in the sink.

As casual and domestic as the meal felt, though, he is starting to sense that tension in the air again. The quota hanging over them, will they or won't they? Drake closes the container and sticks it in the fridge, wondering if he should do dishes now and let Sharkface paint a little more, or... it's easier to just ask, honestly. He closes the fridge door and turns to where the other man is standing at the sink. ]

What do you feel like?