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Who made dinner tonight? You guys didn't let Alex cook without supervision right? Or is this the pills? I didn't think they'd do this.

No seriously. It's Easter, what kind of sacrilege has been committed in my kitchen?

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I didn't do it. I've been gone all day and now my feet hurt.

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You'd feel better if you gave me the recipe.

. . . It must be the pills. I made ham and rolls and like three kinds of salad and stuff, like a normal Easter dinner. With Peeps for dessert, because everybody likes Peeps.

What did you eat? Was it the brown Peeps? We circulated a memo halfway through the football game not to eat the brown Peeps.

it's written in cheyenne.

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What football game?

It's soup. Sorta. Come look at it if you don't believe me.

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Well, translate it then give it to me. Or I'll have Doug translate it. Yes, that would work.

Madden 2005. Wherein the Chiefs destroyed everyone, thankyouverymuch, and won the Super Bowl.

On my way. Where did you get the soup?

The sacrilege in question wouldn't be a rich, somewhat oily chicken and venison soup, would it?

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Same place I get all food these days what with being non-mobile. Alex brought it up.

This is weird soup.

I'm hiding it too. mine.

You want me to bring up some real food when I come to look at the soup? Fresh rolls, and I did a thing with honey with the ham.

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I'm giving you a suspicious look. Yes, it is. Are you responsible for this abomination?

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Yes!

Well, I wouldn't call it an abomination, exactly... and how did you get it? You're not the patient I intended it for.

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Meanie. I give you my recipes.

And sweet potatoes? My grandma sent me her sweet potato recipe when she found out I was in charge of Easter dinner.

not the coffee cake one I asked for. you said "over my dead body".

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I'm non-ambulatory, Doc. How do I get anything these days?

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I love your grandmother but I saw her make sweet potatoes at Christmas. That much fat isn't going near my plate, bucko.

Aha. My adopted little brother is clearly to blame. *g* I'm sorry you don't like it, my dear, but it's something of a... specialized taste. (If you were wondering about the funny aftertaste, it's the cod-liver oil.)

Not as bad as the lasagne Guido made, though, give 'em that.

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You fed this to someone on purpose? Do you not like them?

Yeah, I noticed the cod-liver oil.

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Guido, like Alex, should not be allowed near a kitchen.

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Yeah but that one isn't mine. It's Chef Marcel's. I don't want a 6 foot Frenchman after me.

You just say that because he adds steak sauce to everything.

I made it for Anika... it's a feral thing. The meat and the oil taste good to most feral mutations. (And me, too, with my Everhungry Omnivore metabolism) I'm told that most people don't like it, though, and I'm sorry you had it sprung on you. *g* I can cook better than that, honest.

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He put it on chocolate cake, Jamie!

Only because I dared him to!

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I don't believe you. Stay out of my kitchen.

I am not!

Alex says I'm pouting.

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You dared him to eat one bite! He ate the whole cake!

In one bite, though! He ate it in one bite!

And I'm sure it's adorable. ;)

And I really can cook things that taste better than that, to more human-standard tastebuds. Remember the banana bread?

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THE WHOLE CAKE!

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I think you bought that. You're a tricky tricker you are.

Alex, I am not pouting! Stop laughing at me!

It is not my fault he's built like a humvee!

I think you ought to believe him... I mean, I've got to where I like raw deer liver first thing in the morning occasionally, but I do not feed it to other people.

I'm getting curious about this soup.

I'll have you know I baked that with my own two hands. And if I'm ever allowed into the kitchen again, I will do things with a rack of lamb that will make your toes all wiggly.

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He's a tricker. That's my analysis and I'm sticking to it.

There's more up here if you want some. Whole bowl. Help yourself.

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I'm a professionally trained culinary technician. I do not get wiggly toes over racks of lamb.

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My point is EW!

Oh, well, fully agreed there.

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How does he survive eating like that?

He always says it's because he's Italian, and cast-iron stomachs come with the vowels.

I'm thinking maybe the food poisoning looks at how much work it has to do and gives up. Man's a freaking elephant.

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I think that is more likely than the Italian thing.

A WHOLE CAKE.

Sure you will. It'll take the taste of the soup away. *g* Really, I can cook! The soup is just a special diet for feral patients. Be grateful I never make you cook it... if it's needed, I make it up myself. *g* Of course, I don't usually let you find out. Silly me, I forgot you'd be having the kitchen watched in your absence.

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Jamie brought me tasty food.

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