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Post by Typhoid on Apr 12, 2009 21:39:55 GMT -5
"Call it 'edible'," she replied. Although Pietro rarely argued when she cooked, about the only thing she was good at was making spaghetti.
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Post by Odin on Apr 12, 2009 21:40:39 GMT -5
::Odin lifted his glass for another sip of water.:: "'Edible' puts you one up on my cooking skills."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 12, 2009 21:42:03 GMT -5
She smiled a little. "I take it yours extend to Ramen noodles and boxed macaroni and cheese?"
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Post by Odin on Apr 12, 2009 21:45:21 GMT -5
::Odin took another sip, before setting down his glass.:: "Essentially, although I don't touch Ramen."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 12, 2009 22:04:21 GMT -5
"Aversion to powdered soup mix and useless carbs?" she said, jokingly.
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Post by Odin on Apr 12, 2009 22:11:12 GMT -5
::Carbs were of little concern to Odin; as he was often told, he could benefit from gaining a few pounds. No, it was the salt.:: "The salt, actually. My life is interesting enough without the blood pressure spike."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 12, 2009 22:28:37 GMT -5
She nodded, then checked her watch. Her replacement had just walked into the back. "My shift's up, so I have to go."
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Post by Odin on Apr 15, 2009 8:59:19 GMT -5
::At her remark, Odin glanced down at his watch; where had the time gone? He nodded his acknowledgment.:: "Have a good night, Typhoid, and thanks for the company."
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