When he did emerge, he had a hot cheeseburger on a plate.
He grabbed a cheeseburger and took a huge bite, glancing up.
Darian watched her then finished his cheeseburger slowly, listening to her thoughts.
In fact, I think Uncle Fabrice had him convinced that he couldn't sell a cheeseburger to a starving man.
She willed a cheeseburger to appear.
The cheeseburger was quickly forgotten.
"Better be a cheeseburger," she grunted.
A cheeseburger had never tasted so good.
With his healing magic and the first cheeseburger in her belly, Jenn felt renewed energy.
"Have another cheeseburger," he said and handed a plate to her.
"You earned yourself another cheeseburger," he said.
She picked up her cheeseburger, walked to the kitchen door, and leaned against the doorframe, watching Darian flip hamburgers on the stove.