summer by the sea



“You can build a fire if you want,” she offered. “There’s just not that much involved in fondue. And I’m pretty sure you can handle cutting up the meat and fruit and bread and stuff.”

“That sounds like an awful lot of responsibility.” He laughed and moved away to check if they had any of those desired items, before twisting to face her once more. “But I’d love to, Summer.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Shoes, Isaac. We have to buy the things. Shoes, wallet. I’m going to find the cookbook.” She rummaged around in a cabinet next to the stove for a minute before coming up with a box that said ‘Fondue’ in bright letters across the front. She fished a little book out of that and tucked it under one arm.

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