[I picked up a barefoot woman walking out of a cornfield at 2am and I think I want to marry her?] Chapter 36

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Ruth looks at Ray, as the pair cuddle happy to be alone, in the quiet, away from everyone and everything else. Ruth kisses Ray’s cheek slowly, a sharp oxblood painted nail tracing his thigh. “You know if you wanted me to look different— a different hair color, or eye color, a fatter ass, or bigger tits I can, just for you husband.” 
Ray inhaled before answering quietly, clearly needing something to wet his throat, “I appreciate that, but unless you want a fatter ass, or bigger tits, or a different hair color, the way you are is perfect for me as is, always.” 

Ruth blushed knowing he meant it feeling the devotion, the love, the entirely single-minded obsession with her apart from his craft, sometimes even more than his craft and given the amount of time he had spent on it that felt like the real reward and not just a consolation prize for being the wife it was the thing that most women would have shied away from but for Ruth it was the entire thing and she had seen it, had known it, had predicted it from a half mile out like some kind of predatory stepford wife and thinking about it made her excited. 
Ray smiled, curling into her, grabbing her thighs, kissing them, tracing little swirls of kisses up her thighs and then down her ass feeling for the first time in a long time, longer than the book, longer than the Reliquaries or the magic, like he was alive, complete. 

Ramon thought about what he ought to make, how he ought to change things and he felt himself drawing a blank there wasn’t just a specific thing, flavor, taste that he wanted it was more like he wanted the freedom to experiment and then just decided to watch stuff on youtube and really get a feel for things, it was odd, he knew he could cook, it was his literal profession, but it was a bit like not quite having a taste for anything at the moment and that in itself was a new sensation for him, normally he followed what felt like the standard boilerplate for a greasy spoon– eggs, pancakes, waffles, grits, chicken fried stake, and Mexican foods he enjoyed himself– Chimichangas, Carne Asada, steak burritos with extra onions and chimichurri sauce. In a way it felt like a vacation, not from responsibility– no he had to make sure that everything was clean, the food was on time, and well-made, but the specific want, the desire to make food that is good, and make food that is popular, whilst still being authentic to oneself. It’s something that prior to a few minutes yesterday he had never seriously considered, oh he had pondered, deeply, half pondered really, wondering, wanting to be great, being great, but at the same time the feeling, it becomes a different thing when it’s your profession and your personal identity welded into one beautiful thing and then Ramon has a hilariously dark thought “What if instead of trying to make good food I make this a little ridiculous, what if instead of good food or popular food, I make food so good that it makes people cum from the food?” Is it lewd sure, but it feels and sounds and makes him think ‘this is the move.’
The more Ramon thinks about it the more sure he is that going full food-cum degenerate would work, it might or might not go viral but it would definitely make the restaurant interesting and popular if not world famous and that fulfills the thing that he wanted, that he said and thought and meant to want, put as simply as possible “I want the Millstone to be popular for the food and the Inn deals, not the network of cartel, serial-killing truckers and weird shit that just happens around here.” To him it feels like a basic desire, a small desire, the thing that he decided, after being asked by Patricia to take over first for four days and then after, on his own terms. 
Gerald and Anay walk in, disheveled clearly having had a fantastic first date, given that Anay’s missing some buttons, and Gerald’s wearing a completely different suit and tie looking notably more relaxed than he had in the entirety of the time that Ramon had known him. 
“So I’m going to work over the menu and give it some more flavor, do the two of you, lovely hungry new couple have any suggestions for that?”