(I just started reading Matched. I suppose I'll see if it's any good…)
"Thank you," Spencer said it from her. He turned to his sweet potatoes once again, biting his lip once his back was to Anya, and started preparing everything.
//oh I read that. As the series progresses, it gets worse, in my opinion…
“Anytime,” Anya said, not referring to the can opener.
(Okay. I just know that there was some hype about it, so… Yeah, that's about it.
I'm really just waiting for the next Selection ebook to be available so I can read it. Lol.)
Spencer silently nodded. He stuck the food into the oven and set it for the correct temperature, then turned back to Anya, clearing his throat.
"So… Besides spying, what do you like to do, Ms. Romanova?" he asked with a smirk as he leaned back on the counter.
(I've barely started it and it's already kinda bothering me. Lol.
It's just because of how it's written.)
//lol
Yeah, I had to suffer through those 3 books
It’s one of those where you don’t want to read it but you have to know what happens
At least it was for me
Spencer silently nodded. He stuck the food into the oven and set it for the correct temperature, then turned back to Anya, clearing his throat.
"So… Besides spying, what do you like to do, Ms. Romanova?" he asked with a smirk as he leaned back on the counter.
“You know, I like ‘Peaches’ considerably more than ‘Ms. Romanova’,” Anya sighed. “And to be entirely honest, I haven’t done much that I can remember besides spying… though I do like watching movies…”
Spencer chuckled.
"All right then, Peaches. What kinds of movies do you like to watch?" he asked.
“Anything, really. Except action and scary movies. Those hit a bit too close to home, if you know what I mean,” Anya said, eating another peach.
"Right, yeah. I totally get that," Spencer agreed, nodding.
“Comedies are good. Fantasy, too.” Anya twirled her fork in one hand.
"Mm-hm. I like comedies. They're a much-needed break from this job," Spencer declared.
“Agreed,” Anya nodded. “Do you have a favorite?”
Spencer thought for a moment.
"I like Bedtime Stories," he answered. "That one's pretty funny."
“Really? I saw that when I was on a mission in Italy. Wasn’t my favorite, but it was good,” Anya said, recollecting. “I think mine might be… well, for a while I really liked AntMan, but then I went on a mission that was remarkably similar to that… now, I think I’m undecided.”
"Ant-Man was good, too. I actually really liked it," Spencer agreed.
A loud beeping suddenly interrupted their conversation, and he whipped around to open the oven. His sweet potatoes were almost burnt, but not quite.
Perfect timing.
He took them out and set the baking sheet on top of the stove to let them cool, then turned back to Anya.
Anya nodded. “Yeah, I liked it too. But encountering madmen with lazer guns and retractable wings that actually work changes you.”
Spencer raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah… I bet it does. Any chance I could get you to tell the story?" he asked, smirking.
“I will tell you if we survive our attempted escape tomorrow,” Anya said. She poked his shoulder. “Just giving you a bit of motivation.”
"Ugh, fine," Spencer said, rolling his eyes playfully. "You want any of these sweet potatoes?"
“That, Spence, is a stupid question,” Anya said, pulling off a corner.
(Oh, crap, I totally forgot to respond to this.
Honestly, I thought I did…)
Spencer laughed and grabbed a piece, setting it on his plate beside his other (seemingly-untouched) food.
"Well, tell me what you think," he said, smiling.
“It’s yummy,” Anya said through a mouthful.
(Dude, what happened to your profile pic?)
"Good. That's good. I'm glad you like it," Spencer said before taking a bite of it himself.
//I DUNNO IM TRYING TO FIX IT AND I CANT AND IM DYYYIIINNNGGGG INSIDE
Anya nodded and took another spoonful.