"Yeah, I know my brother got more immature the older he got" Marissa laughed brightly as she started cooking the noodles leaving them to boil while she finished up diced the chicken and turned to the sause. listening to him talk made her smile he seemed really happy just then. “I guess but it’s always been that way…the only man I was ever with there was a 15 year age gap"
"Mine, too. Well, my oldest brother, at least. I’m one of five." He explained, not mentioning the detail of his youngest sibling being long dad. That was nothing he cared to delve into, not with a new acquaintance, anyways.
Taking a seat, he rested his chin in his palm as he watched his putter about the kitchen cooking, briefly reminded by her blonde hair and sunny personality of his late wife. His smile faltered a bit but he recovered with an agility granted only to him by many years of practice. “That’s alright. Some have that preference. But some who prefer them real young… well, ya gotta watch out for them.”
“See told you I was bad at guessing, age is only a number though” Marissa laughed as she set to dicing the chicken “I find you can never put much stock in it, personally I like older people…the one’s my age are less than intelligent sometimes..”
"Yes. Age is just a number although I know a few my age who are just as thick-headed as they were in their youth." He said and gave an almost boyish chuckle as though he suspected that Franky would pop out of the woodworks at any moment to voice his offense at the statement whether he had named him or not. It was just their way, the constant back and forth, and he liked it. It was comfortable. "It’s not uncommon for someone your age to like older folk, though."
“Wow so you must know all the in’s and outs of the place then?” Marissa laughed softly as she got started on dinner for the two of them “so would it be rude of me to ask how old you are? I would guess early to mid thirties but I’m really bad a guessing.”
"Not as much as you’d think but that’s in part cause I like routine and I’m a bit of a homebody. Like my room. Like the barn. Sorta stick to routine and familiar places, generally." He replied, taking a seat to watch her cook, stretching his legs out as he did. The question and comment on his age made him laugh, however, a quick, almost barked sound that was half incredulity and half simple amusement. "You’re off nearly a decade, I’m afraid. I’m pushing 47."
“Not to long maybe a couple weeks at most, I’m still new enough that I get lost sometimes” Marissa laughed a bit as she held open the kitchen door with her foot for him “What about you?” how long have you been here?”
"Oh, that’s alright. I still get turned around every here and again if I ain’t payin’ attention." Mav admitted with a little shrug. It was true. He didn’t always pay enough attention, after all. He got lost in his head at times, mind a thousand miles away and sometimes a decade past. For a moment, he lost himself again but the sound of Marissa’s voice stirred him back to reality. "Oh. Maybe a year or so. I’ve lost track of time a bit."
Oh wow, I lived on a cattle farm, small world I guess and okay if it’s okay with you then let’s head to the kitchen” Marissa smiled as she turned to head to the kitchen.
"Really? Ain’t that a thing." He chuckled, surprised but… not really. Coincidences were few and far between in a place like this, he’d found, and didn’t question it much as he fell into step beside her, more than content to let her cook for him on a lazy afternoon. "You been here long? Been in and outta the country the last few weeks with family and personal matters and can’t keep track’a who’s comin’ and goin’ so much."
Colorful comes with the territory of being a southern bell, and good I can make something else if you want but I already have the stuff laid out to make it.
Well, Oklahoma’s close enough to Southern, I suppose. Same sorta country mentality. We lived on a cattle and horse ranch. Anywho, I ain’t picky. ‘Sides, that sounds just fine.