Walter actually knows pretty much nothing about stew in general beyond the fact he likes the ones she makes, and that's about it. It's food.
He watches her go before he actually gets off the sofa and follows along. The kitchen definitely smells like the stew and not anything burning, at least. He eyes the stove curiously. "So what is it this time?"
He stretches and finds himself a seat. He wishes he'd brought a flask or something, but after last night he didn't really want to tote liquor around with him. It seemed weird to come over to apologize for being a drunken mess and bring something to drink, even though his constant drinking is hardly something she's unaware of.
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Date: 2013-07-30 07:05 am (UTC)He watches her go before he actually gets off the sofa and follows along. The kitchen definitely smells like the stew and not anything burning, at least. He eyes the stove curiously. "So what is it this time?"
He stretches and finds himself a seat. He wishes he'd brought a flask or something, but after last night he didn't really want to tote liquor around with him. It seemed weird to come over to apologize for being a drunken mess and bring something to drink, even though his constant drinking is hardly something she's unaware of.