"I'm not sure I would call it one of my favorites. But it holds a soft spot in my heart because it's one of those movies that everyone seems to be able to appreciate," I considered, stirring my own mug of tea and leaning back into the couch, pulling my legs up. Knowing that Kathy might fare better with some prompting, I also leaned forward and picked up a cookie, enjoying the warmth of it in my hand.

Honestly, I cooked a fair amount out of habit, but baking was something that often fell to the wayside. It took longer, and it was hard to justify eating everything myself. (Lafayette watched his waistline as much as I did.)

So when I bit into my cookie, I couldn't help a soft huff of pleasure. Tasted pretty close to how gran made them, I'd say.

"I'm kind of a sucker for romantic films. Less after I started dating around myself, I think, but yeah," I said thoughtfully. "The real stuff was never so neat and tidy at the end. Or maybe it will be if I ever find that elusive soulmate."