Their routines began to center around Angelica, and, surprisingly, the kitchen.  In an effort to introduce healthier living in her own habits, the brunette had begun to focus on organic food and drink around the house particularly for Angelica.  And she loved to experiment with these, often inviting Lara to come over to experiment with her.  What started as a wish to feed Angelica healthier fare also soon expanded to testing out various techniques to prepare food for her and Tina, including, lately, molecular gastronomy. 

One day, after returning from a location shoot, Tina took delivery of boxes of equipment from a chemist and lab equipment provider.  “Are you sure this is for us?,” she’d asked the delivery man, as he stood patiently by their front door.  He looked on as Tina examined the packing list of items inside the boxes.  “That’s what it says,” he said, a little impatiently. 

“Hmmm…okay,” the blonde said, hesitatingly.  She’d asked him to follow her into the house with his “wheelie” so that he could help her stack the boxes he was delivering in the kitchen. 

This can only be for Bette, she thought, as she tapped an app on the control panel by the kitchen unit, to call Bette using their landline. 

“Hi T,” Bette’s voice came over the kitchen sound system, greeting Tina warmly.  “I miss you, baby,” she was saying.  Tina heard the roar of traffic in the distant background, although Bette’s mobile was pretty
good at filtering out background noise. 

“I miss you, too, honey.” Tina was saying as she eyed the boxes, wondering whether she should open them.  “Umm…Bette are you planning to run a science experiment when you get back tonight?” 

Bette laughed, and then asked excitedly, “The stuff get there already?” 

“Yeah, just now,” Tina answered.  “Should I open the boxes?” 

“Up to you baby,” Bette responded. “But maybe you shouldn’t, ‘til I get home?  To keep Angelica away from them?” 

Tina nodded her head, “Yeah, good idea.  We’ll just wait for you.  Ordering pizza in tonight, then,” Tina started to say, in a teasing voice. 

“T…,”Bette’s voice responded, a mixture of alarm and equivocation, not wanting to attenuate Tina’s prerogative to feed Angelica other types of food. 

Tina laughed, “I’m just kidding, baby. Logan’s coming over, bringing dinner that his cook prepared, since he’s on a healthy, Mediterranean-type diet himself.  Angelica loved the pasta he brought over the last time, remember?”