Chapter 251: Don't Be a Moron

"I mean, don't trouble yourself. I appreciate the lawn."

Better.

At least I used actual words and not a jumble of sounds and moans like earlier.

He doesn't take me seriously and as he puts his shirt back over his head, covering his magnificent body. I am left to pout about the loss of his six-pack as I pull the turkey from the pressure cooker. My brother's house doesn't have much in the way of decorations, but he likes food and that works out well for me because it's a family trait. There are more cooking devices in my brother's kitchen than I know what to do with on any particular day, but I still plan to use every one of them. My phone has YouTube so I can figure it out.

With the tongs, which came with the pressure cooker, I pull the turkey free and place it on a plain white platter. "It's a little small for carving, but feel free to whack off a leg," I say placing the platter on the table next to the steaming bag of broccoli.

He laughs. "I'm more of a breast man myself."