Evelyn opened her mouth to continue arguing, but decided it wasn't really worth it. Besides, he didn't seem like he'd be taking any other answer than 'okay'. Hesitantly, she stood from the couch, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets as she followed him.
"How'd things go?" Lorine asked from the couch. They had walked out into the living room, where she sat watching TV.
"Fine. Do you want some dinner?"
"No, I was just about to leave for home. Thank you though."
"Drive safe!" he said as they walked straight through the living room and, after opening another door, into the kitchen.
Evelyn followed after Baylee, lifting a hand from her pocket in a wave goodbye to Lorine. She shot the woman a slightly shy smile, ducking her head once more as she stepped into the kitchen after Baylee. She lifted her head to look around, her hair falling into her face.
"What are you craving right now?" he asked. he kitchen was small, with a single stove, a small microwave on the counter, and a fridge right to the left of the door.
“Um…broccoli?” She sounded more like she was asking than anything, pulling her hands from her pockets to fiddle with her hair. “I don’t..know.”
He glanced over at his old friend, a concerned look on his face. "Is….everything alright?"
“Just not super hungry. My stomach’s adjusted to my diet, I guess.” She very visibly didn’t need any sort of diet, already tiny in height and body type.
He frowned, studying her for a moment. "You're on a diet? There's barely anything of you there."
She looked down, frowning at her own body for a moment before looking up. “I’m pretty sure we’re not seeing the same thing.”
Baylee shook his head, turning to his fridge and opening it. "Out of everyone I know, you need a diet the least."
“It’s called being healthy. My ex was a fitness junky, and he suggested it.” Evelyn said, leaning against the counter slightly. “I want to lose the weight.”
"You lose any more weight and you'll be able to see your spine through you stomach," he said, shaking his head disbelievingly. "You need food."
“I really don’t.” She said, shrugging a shoulder and fiddling with her bracelets. “And my spine won’t show. I’ve got a while to go before it would.”
"You must have some fucked up mirrors, then," he said, his head inside the fridge while he searched fr something to make.
“They’re normal mirrors, Baylee.” She said, shaking her head. Just because she didn’t like looking in them didn’t mean they weren’t normal.
He shook his head, pulling out a carton of eggs, a bag of cheese, and a bag of diced ham. "Whatever you say, man."
"I'm changing the subject." She stated, looking around the kitchen and resisting the urge to tell him that her diet didn't allow her to eat eggs. "So, how long have you lived in this house? Since…you left, or..?"
"'Bout two years," he said, bending over and pulling out a bottle of vegetable oil. "Rich bought it almost immediately."
"It's cute. Or-not exactly cute, but it looks like a nice place to live." She said, nodding. Her fiddling had slowed a bit, now that they were on a more comfortable topic.
"It's very linear," he said, jabbing a finger at the door opposite from the one that leads to the living room. "We were in the guest bedroom, where you'll be staying at. That room right there is mine. Well…ours, I guess." He tapped the side of his head.
"It's all neatly set out." She observed, looking from one door to the other. "Way more so than my apartment. I'm pretty sure the floor plan and interior placing was done by a drunk person, because the washing machine is right next to my stove, and the drier is in the bathroom."
He shrugged as he pulled out a bowl from a cabinet at head level. "At least it makes life interesting."
"Something like that. It's a pain, too." She shook her head, huffing a small laugh. "Do you need any help?"
He shook his head, cracking three more before opening the bag of shredded cheese. "Nah, I've been cooking for us for a while. I got it."
"Well, yeah, but now you've gone and added another person to that list of people to cook for, me. So the least I can do is help somehow." She said, pushing away from the counter to move closer, watching what he was doing.