He brought her back down the hallway towards the kitchen, his mind already racing to figure out what he wanted to get. There was some fruit out, but he really want an actual meal. He just wasn't sure what said meal was going to be, since he didn't want to spend too long cooking.
He gestured for Amy to sit down in one of the seats at the counter in the middle of the kitchen before opening up the fridge.
There was some leftovers from the meatloaf he had made a few days ago. He eyed it for a second, then eagerly grabbed the container, the ketchup and the milk jug.
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