After my non-date with Clint, I slept fairly well. I dreamed, but I don't remember it, which is a welcome change. I start my morning routine of showering and getting dressed. I opt for a casual knit dress and my comfortable sneakers. I make my way to the kitchen, and the Trio is standing there waiting.

“We waited for you,” Clint says.

I am not surprised, after yesterday. These guys might be gods on the football field, but they are rabble in the kitchen. I decided to teach them how to make ...