Alex
Some twenty minutes after they collapsed on the couch without an ounce of energy between them, Tom’s stomach rumbled.
“Guess it’s time to think about food,” he said. “Do you like hibachi?”
Alex had only been once, but he enjoyed the single experience. The meat was cut into bite-sized pieces, which pleased him, and he liked to think Tom suggested hibachi because of it, which pleased him even more.
“Yes, other than the part where someone is throwing pieces of zucchini at my mouth.” Well, the moment of roaring fire when chef ignited oil wasn’t his favorite, but it was over very quickly, and it stood to reason that insurance companies wouldn’t allow that sort of thing if it posed a real hazard. It fell into the category of things Alex had learned to handle.
“The zucchini catching is
