Beatrice
It’s Sunday afternoon. You’ve dutifully cooked, portioned, and stacked four identical containers of chicken, broccoli, and brown rice. You feel accomplished. You are prepared. You are an adult.
Lucas
Have you ever had this moment? You’re craving a big, beautiful sandwich, the kind you get from that little Italian deli downtown. You picture the layers of thinly sliced meat, the crisp lettuce, the perfect smear of mayo, all held together by crusty, fresh bread. So you go to your kitchen, pull out your ingredients, and assemble your lunch.