After buying a box of fresh Swiss porcini mushrooms and raw ham from the neighboring Walmart, Link returned home and prepared four dishes and a soup. Just as he was about to message Taylor to ask when she would be home, the sound of the door unlocking came from outside.
Taylor walked in with her guitar case, an armful of golden ponytail, wearing a white color-blocked jacket, moving lazily inside.
"It smells great, what delicious food have you made?"
Taylor hung up her jacket and walked into the kitchen, planting a kiss on his face.
"Porcini pigeon soup, it's my first time making it. Try it later and give me your feedback."
Link lifted the lid off the steamer, and a delicious aroma filled the air.
"Pigeon? Is it a Times Square pigeon?"
"Maybe, do you want to eat it?"
"Of course, I want to eat it. Back when I played guitar in the square, pigeons often defecated on my guitar case. I've always wanted to have a taste of them."
Taylor said, swinging her fist.