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[Smoke is spilling out the kitchen door... a Natalia in the kitchen spells disaster. Even an older one. Yeah, those little black crisps in the oven were an attemp at cookies.]

Well, this can't be right...

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[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

A cookbook?

[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, of course, a cookbook.

[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

[watches as she does so]

[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Here we are.

[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

Chocolate chip? Really?

[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Don't like them?

[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

They're fine... I just thought you'd pick something more elaborate.

[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Elaborate probably wouldn't end well for me.

[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

I guess not.

[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

So something simple is better.

[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

Definitely.

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[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

[looks it over]

[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Looks like we have everything here.

[umaretaimi.livejournal.com]

That makes it easy.