"And I fully intend to finish cooking." He smiled before shifting around and setting his plate down on the coffee table with Lindsey's. He moved until his back was against the arm of the couch so he could watch Lindsey play. He'd be lying if he said his chest didn't swell slightly at the sight of the guitar he'd given Lindsey for Christmas so many years ago.

"Beautiful guitar." He said softly, eyes bright. He watched the way Lindsey held it, obviously still loving it.