Dinner for two

“Well this is nice” - Jenny couldn’t help smile at “her” reflection in the mirror. Michael was very at ease with becoming the arms and hands of Sam, but he seemed a little hesitant, thought Jenny. “How about we cook some dinner rather than ordering in? That way we can practice and both get used to each other.”

“Perfect!” Michael was bubbling with happiness now. “We shall cook whatever you heart desires! Well. When I say we, it’s going to be all you, sweetie. These are now your arms.” Jenny saw “her” arms doing avert theatrical jazz hands move.

“OK, that’s a TBO thing is it? There is no we, it’s strictly me?”

“You’ve got it in one. We’ll get to some of the other finer points as we go, but seriously, I’m starving. How about you make your fabulous salmon chermoula?”

“I don’t know how to…. Oh. Sorry. “I” now know how to make it thanks to my new hands. OK. I’ll get it.”

“Cool” whispered Michael into Jenny’s ear. “Let’s walk over to the kitchen, you lead and I will follow, so we don’t trip over”

_“_OK.” Jenny moved smoothly into the kitchen and opened the fridge, took out the salmon and then started to assemble the other ingredients.

“One of the things we do in TBO is when I need you to say something, I’ll say a code word first, then you say whatever follows. So right now I’d like us to ask Connor if he would like rice or couscous with the salmon. So think of an unusual word that wouldn’t come up in conversation and we will use that.”

“Aardvark” said Jenny.

“Aardvark? OK, I guess. Why Aardvark?”

“Why not?”

“OK. Aardvark - Hey Connor, sweetheart, would you like rice or couscous with the salmon?”

“Hey Connor, sweetheart, would you like rice or couscous with the salmon?”

Jenny grinned as Connor came into the kitchen, took both “her” hands in his, gave her a big smile, an even bigger kiss and said;

“You know I love your salmon with rice. Can I help out by getting the rice cooker going?”

“That would be fabulous, my love. Now where’s my apron? I really do not want get food on this dress”