The wisecracks really are nonstop with him. Phil dignifies them with a quiet snort.
“Animated but with carnivorous habits. She’s just a regular piano inside. I have no idea what happens to the stuff we throw in.”
As he’s plating things, “She’s a fan of Schubert though, and Brubeck. She nips me less when I play those. I also used to have this book—it’d show different pieces every time you opened it unless you put a bookmark in it. It was a nice way to get new repertoire in a prison. I had a hell of a time copying down my favorites by hand, though.”
Soon enough, he’s holding two plates of some honestly pretty dang good-looking pasta. Someone really knows how to cook. “Vóila, the spaghetti of our labor.” He gestures with his head towards the kitchen table. “Let’s go sit down.”
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“Animated but with carnivorous habits. She’s just a regular piano inside. I have no idea what happens to the stuff we throw in.”
As he’s plating things, “She’s a fan of Schubert though, and Brubeck. She nips me less when I play those. I also used to have this book—it’d show different pieces every time you opened it unless you put a bookmark in it. It was a nice way to get new repertoire in a prison. I had a hell of a time copying down my favorites by hand, though.”
Soon enough, he’s holding two plates of some honestly pretty dang good-looking pasta. Someone really knows how to cook. “Vóila, the spaghetti of our labor.” He gestures with his head towards the kitchen table. “Let’s go sit down.”