Till Death Do Us Part..

Mark chuckled and kissed her neck gently. "I have no idea. Ride horses, play board games?"

Grace pursed her lips thoughtfully, then got a small grin as she hopped down from her stool. "Have you ever had homemade Italian noodles?"

"bored games?" artemis scoffed, hooking her legs around him
(alright, I'm really off now. night)

((Aww, night!))

Brendon raised a brow at her and shook his head. "No, I don't belive I have. Which is kind of sad since I spent thirty years in Italy." He said thoughtfully, looking slightly like he was pouting.

Mark chuckled and kissed her nose. "Perhaps not bored games."

Artemis grinned, her eyes closing happily

*headdesk* night

Grace chuckled and began searching cabinets, searching for what she needed, pulling out things as she found them. "Well, prepared to be amazed, my Grandmother was the proud owner of her own restaurant, " a sad look came into her eyes as she found the last item. "I was to take over when I turned 18, I loved that place."

Mark smiled as he laid her back down, moving again, going until she had passed out. When she did, he got up and got dressed and snuck outside, needing the fresh air.

Brendon watched her for a moment. "Well then," he gave her a grin. "Amaze me."

Grace returned the grin, her eyes still sad, full of regrets for the life she lost. "I will." She began skillfully preparing the noodles from scratch, cooking was her other passion next to cars. She hadn't picked up on cars until after she died, no reason to cook when you don't eat.

Mark smiled as he watched her carefully. He didn't like the look in her eyes, the sadness. He decided he'd look for a body for her. He wanted her to be happy. He began trying to decide where to find a body...

((Lolz))

Grace began humming to herself as she fell into the old rhythm of cooking. Her hands moving smoothly as she made enough that Artemis and Mark could have some later if they wished.

Brendon thought about asking the question casually...but how do you go about asking a questiong like that? "I'm just curious, but where do you find bodies that are still living but don't have spirits?" Ya..that would go over splendidly.

Grace set the noodles aside and began making cheese sauce, also from scratch. When she had the sauce made she dished him up a bowl of noodles and poured the sauce over them. She then sat the plate infront of Brendon and handed him a fork.

Brendon smiled as he took a bite, willing to try anything. He let out a small, happy groan. "It's heaven in my mouth."

Grace grinned happily, "Really? The cheese sauce is my own recipe, I used it for my little niece when she came over, she was addicted to Mac an' cheese." Grace began cleaning up the mess she'd made as she cooked.

Brendon snarfed the food as if he hadn't eaten in years.

She chuckled and put more into his dish, then pulled out a stool and sat next to him, her hand hanging lightly over the edge of his leg.

Brendon smiled as he, again, ate the whole bowl happily. When he finished wiped his face and looked over at her. "That was amazing."

Grace grinned again, "Thank-you." She smiled softly, her eyes a little distant. "That's all I really ever dreamed of doing, owning the little cafe. " she glanced at Brendon, pulling herself to the present. "What did you want to do when you were younger?"

Brendon took a deep breath and sighed. "What any boy of my time wanted to do. Raise a family, own large amounts of land that he could work by his hand and by the hand of hired help." He shrugged. "I was only nine at the time though."

Grace smiled slightly, "Sounds nice. Nine? How old is your body now? I mean, you don't look nine." She was blushing widely.

Brendon chuckled. "My body is eighteen." He said as he watched her. "Once we hit eighteen we quit aging, my brother and I, I mean."

Grace grinned, "That's about the age I thought." She informed him happily.

Artemis asleep, feeling like she was on cloud nine

Brendon watched her and smiled. "Is that a bad thing?"

Mark snuck in to town to find Micaleen so he could get passports. The funny little man had been working with Mark for years on things like this. He handed the man a manila envelope with the names and pictures and then left. He came home, let Brendon know that they were going to Venice, then went to his room and closed the door behind him. He stripped and got into the bed, laying in the position he was before he left.