"So why do they call this soul food, Sawyer?" Pushing the grits around in the bowl, she brushed back her long curls and did that face, that look of disgust, that made her nose crinkle so damn cute and all.
"'Cause they're good for the soul, sweetheart. I can tell you ain't never been no southern pervert." He liked that nickname, actually, ever since the first time she used it on him. Kind of their own little in-joke, a private tribute to months on the island. "But they're real good with cheese."
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Date: 2009-12-03 09:55 pm (UTC)"'Cause they're good for the soul, sweetheart. I can tell you ain't never been no southern pervert." He liked that nickname, actually, ever since the first time she used it on him. Kind of their own little in-joke, a private tribute to months on the island. "But they're real good with cheese."
"With cheese."
"Trust me."
(Freckles laughed and laughed.)