Chapter 895 A Transgender Encounter:>Ep20

• For dinner, we chose a chicken and pasta recipe of mine that she enjoyed and wanted to try her hand at learning. Over the course of our week together we had come to realize our diets were pretty close to each other's. Both of us preferred to cook our own meals and rarely used microwave meals, takeout, or delivery. We had begun teaching the other our various favorite recipes and we had fallen into a domestic routine of an easy and light dinner on the weekdays with some kind of quick and possibly pre-prepared breakfast. I introduced her to the practice of meal prep and she seemed to enjoy the ease of the concept. I sometimes made a large batch of morning smoothies that I stored in the refrigerator and had one every weekday morning. She loved this idea and enjoyed my recipe.
• On the weekends we cooked a little more lavishly and complicated dishes that we could sit down and enjoy without having to worry about getting up early the next day. We joked about our new early wake-up schedule for work days that provided us extra time in the mornings for our custom of morning sex and our self-described for-the-road sex. I made mention of making a few of my signature dishes for us this weekend and she suggested a few of her own. As we checked off the list of ingredients that we would need, we went through my refrigerator and pantry as she thought of what she had in hers. Deciding on what we needed, she began typing out a list of the ingredients we needed to buy tomorrow morning when we went grocery shopping on her phone. I reminded her of our needed bathroom supplies to leave at each other's places, to which she nodded and added to her list.
• As we finished with our grocery list, we began making the chicken pasta as we carried on a casual conversation. We both seemed to smile whenever one of us mentioned "our grocery list," "our dinner," "our schedule," "our plans," etc. I took this as a good sign and made a mental more to refer to more things as "ours," from time to time. We settled down to eat and enjoyed our domestic evening, and I made sure to refer to it as "our domestic evening," which seemed to make her happy as she blushed furiously.