[ It's difficult for him to put into words what inspired him today. Perhaps one of the ads posted in the shop windows on Main Street, stores he passes by as he travels to and from the office to the parking lot. If he tries to spend too much time trying to parse what it is exactly, though, his mind tends to fog up a bit.

A strange sensation - one that quickly has him moving on to other things. Preparation was simple, childcare a delegation that Agnes took on with an odd sort of glee. He's not going to worry too much about their neighbor's recent behavior. (Has it only been recent? She's always been...unconventional.)

No, he would rather give his attention to his beautiful wife, who is one of, if not the most stunning woman in Westview - Dottie Jones be damned. ]

While that is the case, I still find pleasure in joining you. [ Is his love language feeding Wanda? Humans tend to show so much enjoyment while partaking in their rituals surrounding sustenance he can't help but be drawn into it. He offers her a grin, hand lifting up to sweep over what he has set up. ] Don't worry, I wasn't in charge of this task. I was able to put in an order from the owner of that specialty grocery store in town. The one that claims to grow their own ingredients.