But I Wanted That!

[Taylor McCarthy]

Taylor nodded slowly. It made sense now and there was a certain sense of relief that came with Liz's elaboration. If this guy was a musician along with Liz, and the flippant way in which she dismissed him, Taylor was fairly confident he wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to start a fight. He couldn't shake the small, nagging feeling that started up in the back of his mind, though, that this all could, at some point, cause some drama down the road. It was a good thing Taylor was, beyond the shadow of a doubt, not one that preferred to dwell on such things.

"That's good to hear." He said before pausing then to contemplate whether or not he'd just expressed contentment over Liz's apparent break up. His head tilted faintly as Liz continued to elaborate. "He's a big too, eh?" He pondered with little amusement. It wasn't as if he could compete with some rich guy. Or whatever.

Liz's question was met with a light shrug and idle wave of a hand. Taylor hadn't had much success in that department as of late. Or, in truth, ever. "I wouldn't say that." He replied without missing a bit. "I'm not really much of the committing type. Don't give the Barbie waifs much reason to get attached."

[Elizabeth Edison]

She couldn't have reiterated more how little drama she would ever bring to any relationship she would ever foster; be it friendship, courtship or whatever ship she would ever be tied to. There was nothing about Elizabeth that attracted drama because she didn't like it and she wouldn't stand for it.

Of course, that was what she thought anyway.

A smirk came to the pyrokinetic's lips when Taylor did, to her ears, expressed contentment. She didn't think much of it before snorting at the understatement that was Taylor's assessment of her ex-fiance. Granted, there was a time when Elizabeth thought he was the most amazing thing that happened to her. But she learned to grow up.

"That's the spirit." Elizabeth pointed her spatula over her shoulder in Taylor's direction before flipping her bacon and pancakes over.

Everything was pretty much done and without much fuss over plating, she grabbed the waffled from the waffle maker and sat at the island with her food. Clean up can come later.

"Let's dig in." She waved Taylor over. "Do you need cutleries? I've only got plastic ones in the drawer over there." She pointed in the general direction of the drawers before grabbing the maple syrup and filling all the squares of her waffle to the brim with it.

"I say what's the point of commitment you know? I got in trouble for wanting to have sex with my fiance like I'm sorry, what kind of idiot doesn't want all of this?" She gestured to herself with a roll of her eyes.