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[notinthefett]

The apartment is spotless. This can mean only one thing: Warren's been trying to make things better by being the perfect husband. He cleaned, even! Vaccumed and everything. Mopped in some places.

There's a light racket coming from th kitchen.

He may be trying to cook. He's clearly losing it.

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[alien_isabel]

Isabel walks in the door. "Baby?" She calls softly. She still looks tired, and quite a bit stressed now. How could Max do that? She sighs and moves further into the apartment.

[notinthefett]

"I'm in the...I'm cooking. Dinner," he explains.

He's almost visibly treadng lightly.

"Pasta," he says. The only foodstuff males are compatable with.

[alien_isabel]

She walks in, sending him a half smile. She moves to him, kissing his cheek. "Smells good. Need any help?"

[notinthefett]

"Yes," he says, gratefully. His shoulders sag when she kisses him.