Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Isn't that running routine of yours a bit... excessive? To the uninitiated, it might seem like you're gearing up for a marathon or something..." Owen Reynolds just chuckled, a hint of sheepishness hidden within his laughter.

Roseanne pressed on, "Isn't the lab keeping you busy these days?"

"Well, I've delegated some tasks to Stoddard."

Meanwhile, Stoddard, still toiling away in the lab, sneezed repeatedly. "Achoo! Achoo! Look at you, so high and mighty!"

Owen asked, "Had breakfast yet?"

Roseanne nodded, "Yes, and you?"

"Same here. Got any plans for today?"

"Just a bunch of papers to dig into," she pondered.

"Got a package from a buddy in Montana last night, full of wild mushrooms. They're all yours now."

Wild mushrooms?

That was a real treat.

"Why are you giving them to me? Don't you want any?"

Owen laughed it off, "I barely cook as it is. Mushrooms go bad if you don't use them. Better you have them."

"Alright then, I won't hold back!"

They headed upstairs together.

entering Owen's place, Roseanne spotted a large Styrofoam box behind the

-

was as if the whole of Montana's edible winter fungi had been delivered right

in its own bag,

to find in the market. Are you sure you don't

take them, "Go

Then come over for a mushroom hot pot tonight!" she declared,

afternoon, Owen arrived on time to

he found Roseanne had already cleaned and prepped the

you wait for me to

free time this afternoon, so I

"You're taking my job."

He feigned grievance.

on the payroll. Why the eagerness?" "Ever heard of 'bitten hand, shy away'? If

I'm the one

hand, shine

away'. These mushroomet

from your place, after

Shy away ace orel

"So?"

"We're even."

Neither shy nor reserved.

was bubbling on

few dates, goji

prepped mushrooms and

timer, the

essence of a Montanan