Rodents at a Cafe

Obviously, Gail wasn't doing much, just napping there. It was maybe ten or so minutes already when she suddenly shifted and rolled to the side, her head ending up hanging over the couch. "Mmmph..."

He pauses and looked down at Gail as she shifted around on the comfortable couch. He smiles a bit and lightly blushes. Slowly getting up to leave the couch, Conza walked I've to the oven so he could turn the quail around in the oven.

She opened her eyes in time to see him back in the kitchen. "Was that twenty minutes already?" She stifles a yawn, rubbing her eyes, noticing the smell of cooked bird all over the small dorm. "Damn, it smells pretty nice..."

He tried not to wake her. Maybe it wasnt him. Hopefully not. Conza took the quail out, flipped them and put them back in the over. "Not quite. Give it about 5 more minutes." He smiles at her compliment. "I lived with my grandmother. She taught me how to cook."

"Alright. You're the chef here." Gail didn't know all that much about cooking, but it sure seemed like he did. "Yeah? that sounds nice... I haven't seen my family in a while, but I kinda don't miss 'em, really." Well, there was the one family member who'd shown up, but she didn't need to get into that here.

Cinza chuckles and walk back tonthe couch. "Its good to see family sometimes. Even if you hate them. It would be nice to at least say hi to them. I Skype with family much of the time." He sits down on the couch.

Gail shrugs silently, she didn't agree with him, but this wasn't the type of thing you'd dispute. "Well, they know where to find me, I guess." He seemed to like his family, she didn't, not a big deal.

"Youre right." Conza shrugged. He put a pot on the burner and pours out a cup of broth. "If I can ask..." Conza pauses to take the birds out and put them on two separate plates. "Why are you here? Why did you become a wrestler, Miss Gail?"

"Eh? Money, I guess." It helped that there was a lot of it. "It's not the worst thing to be doing, I get a helluva lot more free time than when I was in school." Free time that she didn't exactly put to great use, but that wasn't the point.

Conza nodded Asbury listened to her. Heat in up the broth, he then pours some if it iver each quail. "Well, money is the driving force of the world unfortunately. But dont worry too much about it now and come eat." He sets the plates at a table with forks and knives.