#pops this out ... im still on hiatus i just had the muse fr this ...

[altphilcmena]

( @lcofowler​ )

“Hello Leo!” it was an awfully nonchalant greeting, face tinted pink and smile instantaneous, given the fact that Philly hadn’t supposed to have been in his kitchen, much less the Fowler home in general, criss-cross-apple-sauced at their tiny table, circular and old wood - she had left her mud-encrusted boots by the door. Her clothes had been splattered with rain - drenched, almost, tendrils of hair sticking to her neck and jaw, but smile delighted all the same. She sat there with Marjorie - who’d only given a weak protest when Philly came knocking on the door - fresh bread slices smeared with the other’s homemade jam in their hands, now, like they hadn’t been breaking the law, “I brought bread - it’s very good, I must admit. Homemade, too, would you like a slice?”