((ooc-I'm sooo sorry for taking so long to reply >_< Life has been hectic for me. Since this is thread is kinda in the past, I'm gonna help finish it up xD))
“Yea, I’ve tasted his cooking. I’ve gotten him to cook on numerous occasions.” Maureen said proudly as she continued to eat. It wasn’t hard to sway Mark, or at least not for her.
“Awww, my poor baby.” Maureen said with a pout as Roger said he’d been too sick to eat. She may act a bit airheaded sometimes, but Maureen wasn’t dumb. And just because she had moved out didn’t mean she cut herself off completely from the loop. She had been there for Roger’s withdrawl, maybe not the whole process, but she had been there on those horrible nights were he was screaming out in pain. Maureen remembered feeling so helpless, not knowing what to do… Mark not knowing what to do… Everyone handled things differently, and Maureen’s way was to simply act as if she didn’t know what was going on, to ignore it. True, it wasn’t exactly the right way to approach it, but it was the only way she knew how.
“Well Rog, I hate to break it to ya, but spaghetti isn’t all that hard to cook. Just boil it, add the sauce that comes in those nifty jars, and wala! An exquisite dinner!” Maureen said, waving her fork in the air to enhance her words. She finished up the last of the spaghetti, taking her plate along with Roger’s and putting them in the sink. Mark could wash those later, she had to get going.
“Well Roger, it was lovely dining with you. Unfortunately I gotta get going, but you feel better.” Walking over to Roger, she gave him a double kiss on each cheek, like they did in Paris. “Don’t give up.” She said with a small smile.