Longshot was a bottomless pit of hunger most times. Very few cooks could keep up with him. Maria almost did. Alison was better at sating other types of hunger. Though she understood the bulk rule of him consuming food.

He carried his wife out to the couch and settled down with her in his lap. Then he realized he would probably have to get up to switch the DVD disks. Darn.

He humphed. He didn't wanna get up when he had a lap full of Alison. So, to procrastinate in the best possible way, he kissed Ali softly.