Neon Nights

She laughed, turning away from him as she worked on the stove.

"Fine."

 

After about 15 minutes, she poured the soup into two bowls and gave him a slice of toast with butter.

 

"Sure," she replied, going back over and grabbing her bowl before joining him on the couch.

 

She laughed lightly.

"A little bit. I think I broke a couple of personal records today."

 

"Like... most high-stakes run," she ruminated, listing them off on her fingers. "Most I've ever sworn during a run. Most level changes per mile. Most 'ow-*squee!*-that-hurt' moments. Most bullets being shot at me at once. Best soup I've ever made."

 

She leaned her head back.

"It's been a big day," she conceded. "I bet you've probably broken some records today too."

 

Her face completely brightened and she laughed out loud in surprise.

"Really?!"

 

She rolled her eyes.

"You're not supposed to tell me that. You're supposed to say that you've had millions of soups and this is the best one you've ever had."

 

She nodded appreciatively, leaning back.

"Thank you."

 

She looked over at him before standing up, taking her empty bowl.

"You done?"