Monica smiled as Gray talked about chocolate. She shook her head with a grin, "No need for chocolate, just seeing you is plenty for me," she ruffled his hair affectionately before standing up and grabbing her crutches. 

"I should probably let you get some work done," she looked around, "If you actually do any work," she teased him with a smile. She stood quietly in thought for a moment, "How about I cook you dinner tonight? You can come over around seven," she paused and corrected herself, "Or whenever you get off, keep me company while the food's cooking," she smiled, "We can watch a movie or something afterward," she added. It would be nice just to relax with her friend, she'd wanted to be alone with him ever since their lake trip. 

"I'll keep the doors locked this time too," she teased and pulled him into a quick hug before heading out. 

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Monica finally managed to make her way home with a bag full of various groceries; she was going to make as good of a meal as she could. She had purchased an assortment of spices and veggies, and some rice. It wasn't going to be anything fancy that she cooked, but she hoped she would be able to make something at least a little tasty. First she rubbed the chicken  down in spices and threw it onto the stove to be lightly grilled, and while that was in progress she began to chop up some of the vegetables and marinate them in the chicken stock. After a bit she stuffed them into the chicken and popped the whole mess into the oven. The baking wouldn't take too long, but it would be long enough that she had time to chat with Gray for a bit. 

Monica had picked up a couple pieces of drugstore make-up on her trip, and quickly applied some of it. She hadn't forgotten how to, but she had forgotten what it did to her face. It was nice to look even a little pretty, especially for Gray. It was odd, her strange feeling that she wanted to, had to even, impress him. She had just finished up a little more of her preparation before the tinny sounding doorbell rang. She did her best to hobble over to the door without her crutches, and succeeded much to her surprise. It really must've been Gray. 

She opened up the door and smiled, "Come on in! Make yourself at home, nerd," she grabbed his hand and pulled him into an embrace as soon as he entered and the door had shut, "I'm glad you came," she smiled into his neck.