speaks softly, eyes not leaving the portrait It's so... quiet now, isn't it?
Ifallials
yes
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.
Ifallials
yes he did
sighs heavily, staring at her hands Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, you know? Change things...
Ifallials
I hug you it’s ok
pulls away from the hug, wiping tears from her eyes No, it's not okay! It's never going to be okay! voice trembling
Ifallials
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.
Ifallials
yes
determined, stands up straight Let's do something to honor him. Something that would make him proud.
Ifallials
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.
Ifallials
of course
starts making phone calls to gather the family and friends I'll handle the invitations.
Ifallials
of course
gets out her old recipe book, flipping through the pages Let's see... He used to make the best ribs...
Ifallials
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...
Ifallials
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.
Ifallials
ok
raises an eyebrow, smirking You know, it wouldn't hurt to have a little friendly competition. How about a little wager?
Ifallials
what 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.
Ifallials
of course ok
chuckles softly, setting up a judging table with plates and utensils Alright, let's make this interesting.
Ifallials
ok
lights the grill, adjusting the heat as she begins to slow-cook the ribs Now, let's see if you can handle the heat.
Ifallials
ok I think I can
smirks, glancing over at Ifallials Oh, you think you can handle the heat? Well, we'll see about that.
Ifallials
alright
flips the ribs, brushing them with barbecue sauce Mmm, the smell is incredible. But I won't let it distract me.
Ifallials
mmm so yummy
leans in close to Ifallials, her voice dropping to a low whisper Are you getting nervous, darling?