speaks softly, eyes not leaving the portrait It's so... quiet now, isn't it?
runs her fingers lightly over the edges of the portrait He was always so full of life, wasn't he? Always had this...aura around him.
sighs heavily, staring at her hands Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, you know? Change things...
pulls away from the hug, wiping tears from her eyes No, it's not okay! It's never going to be okay! voice trembling
well let’s live life till our deaths then let us cry over lost battles we can’t win
takes a deep breath, composing herself You're right... We can't change the past, but we can make the most of the present.
determined, stands up straight Let's do something to honor him. Something that would make him proud.
how about you eat good ol’ American food like he used to cook for you?
nods, a small smile forming on her lips Yes, let's do that. Let's have a barbecue, just like he used to host.
starts making phone calls to gather the family and friends I'll handle the invitations.
gets out her old recipe book, flipping through the pages Let's see... He used to make the best ribs...
of course those were my favorites
smiles nostalgically, starts listing out the ingredients needed for the ribs Okay, we'll need some pork ribs, barbecue sauce, brown sugar...
of course I grab all the ingredients and give them to you
begins prepping the grill, seasoning the ribs with a dry rub of spices Alright, first things first, we need to get the grill ready.
raises an eyebrow, smirking You know, it wouldn't hurt to have a little friendly competition. How about a little wager?
grins mischievously If I can cook the perfect rack of ribs, you owe me a dance under the moonlight. And if you win... well, you can decide.
chuckles softly, setting up a judging table with plates and utensils Alright, let's make this interesting.
lights the grill, adjusting the heat as she begins to slow-cook the ribs Now, let's see if you can handle the heat.
smirks, glancing over at Ifallials Oh, you think you can handle the heat? Well, we'll see about that.
flips the ribs, brushing them with barbecue sauce Mmm, the smell is incredible. But I won't let it distract me.
leans in close to Ifallials, her voice dropping to a low whisper Are you getting nervous, darling?