Aruba SunSpa, El Paso, Texas, Friday

[lovemykilt]

"I told you, man," Priestly said, leading the way into the spa. "There's no such thing as a city in America that doesn't have at least one sauna. It's basically a rule." He flipped over the little pamphlet. "This one apparently does infrared." He frowned a little at the slightly silly list of purported health benefits -- wound healing? really? -- then shrugged. So long as it was nice and warm. "Plus, private saunas. Don't have to worry about a bunch of sweaty old naked men." Which, you know, was always a bonus.

[ooc: expecting one!]

Comments

[lovemykilt]

"My brain kinda panicked and backed out halfway through her explanation. Some kind of casserole? She thought she had to cook the meat and the onions separately."

[weldedtomyspine]

"I feel like I'm a terrible boyfriend for letting her go this long without learning at least the basics about cooking..." THE WORST, JAIME!

"What is it they say? It's the thought that counts?" And, to be fair, it'd been edible, so it could have been worse. Karla.

[lovemykilt]

"It sounded like there was at least a little theory behind it," Priestly agreed. "And yeah, A for effort. Sorry I wasn't around to make sure she made something tasty, though."

[weldedtomyspine]

"I'll let it slide. This time. Just make sure that next time my girlfriend is in a panic and trying to cook something for me in a hurry, that you're there."

[lovemykilt]

"I'll at least try to make sure she knows where the menu is for ordering take-out," Priestly said.

[weldedtomyspine]

"It's a start, anyway," Jaime grinned. Then sighed. "Though, to be fair, I don't know that the food mattered all that much, all things considered." There had been a fight, after all.