[she nods, letting the mixture cook and the subject rest for now. when it's time, she flips the now obvious omelette, asking Dante to get a plate and a fork, and eventually ending up with a dish for him that she's taken pains to make sure will be at least somewhat spicy, but also nutritious. if he's been drinking hard alcohol he needs something to make sure he remembers what it feels like to be hungry.]
I promise nothing other than it's edible. Baking's more my style.
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I promise nothing other than it's edible. Baking's more my style.