Maybe one day she'll stop being impressed and a little amused at the way he can put food away, but it won't be today, as she pushes aside the remaining half of her own meal.
(If she's going to keep up with Steve, it's best not to weigh down with too much, anyway, just enough to fuel up for the day.)
"Not yet." She folds up her own box, puts the fork on top, leans on the table with her arms folded over the wood. "What exactly am I getting myself into?"
Everything is a competition with Steve. Who can be faster, better, get it all done and more, and she's learned it's best to just expect that the things he wants to do will generally end in a flat-out race to the finish, that he usually wins.
Nothing wrong with that; at least she can give him a decent run for his money, most of the time, and it would be good to get out and be active in the kind of space that just isn't available on a boat, no matter what size the deck or how impressive the gym.
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(If she's going to keep up with Steve, it's best not to weigh down with too much, anyway, just enough to fuel up for the day.)
"Not yet." She folds up her own box, puts the fork on top, leans on the table with her arms folded over the wood. "What exactly am I getting myself into?"
Everything is a competition with Steve. Who can be faster, better, get it all done and more, and she's learned it's best to just expect that the things he wants to do will generally end in a flat-out race to the finish, that he usually wins.
Nothing wrong with that; at least she can give him a decent run for his money, most of the time, and it would be good to get out and be active in the kind of space that just isn't available on a boat, no matter what size the deck or how impressive the gym.