So this is what it looks like when your best friend comes over. Lets herself in long before you are even stepping off the bus. Starts cooking.
(Self-reminder: Cooking is that thing that you for some unknown reason just do not do. You know, with heat and fire and metal and flavors. And not the metal that comes really thin and semi-glued on top of that chocolate mousse pudding cup. Also, it is not the act of slicing up a head of romaine lettuce and throwing some dressing on it. Yes, the mixing is tedious. No, it still doesn't count.)
Risking sacrificing her sinus cavity and pulls in her pants, this is love.
Thank you!
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