“Everything.” Cisco deadpanned. “I kept nothing in the house.” Greg didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
“I will need to know what you like to eat. I can cook most anything from a cookbook but it’s good to have a starting point. May I make a request?” Cisco had gone through the last hour literally showing no emotion. Greg wasn’t sure where he stood.
“Go ahead.” Finally Cisco smiled.
“I have several boxes of cookbooks from the cottage, stored in your garage. May we purchase a bookshelf for the kitchen, Sir?”