[He gets a vaguely uncertain look - no one has ever trusted her so immediately with actual food, okay. - but alright, man, if she blows this thing up you don't get to complain later!
Granted a lot of her internal concern is baseless because she can move stuff around and occasionally poke at a little bit of chicken just to see how it firms up as it cooks.] Where'd you learn to do this kind of thing?
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Granted a lot of her internal concern is baseless because she can move stuff around and occasionally poke at a little bit of chicken just to see how it firms up as it cooks.] Where'd you learn to do this kind of thing?
[Or maybe he was just always a good cook?]