Elysandre's POV
Charlie is cooking, and I am getting into the wine. I know I cannot drink much because I was always working and never had time to party, but I am relaxing as it is the holidays. I pour him a glass of wine as well. I don't know if he likes wine, but he will have to drink it with me, although there is whiskey. I don't think one can drink too much whiskey. I have been watching Charlie's wound, and it is getting better by the day. I know I will have to remove the stitches one of these days, and then I will need a whole bottle of wine because putting it in was already bad enough.
“What would you have eaten if I were not here? You can't cook to save your own life. Come, let me show you. Do you know how to use a knife? I want you to cut up the onions for me into little pieces. T
