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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 17, 2007 9:15:24 GMT -5
Esme flipped through the cook book. "Let's make that." she pointed to a page.
Olaf read it over. "Pick something we have the ingredients for." he suggested.
"What do we have?"
"Um...pasta and cheese.....and.....some really old blue stuff...." Olaf informed.
"Macaroni and cheese? Is that all we can make? Good, because That's an easy start." She said grabbing a pot and tossing it onto the stove top.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 17, 2007 9:20:07 GMT -5
'How?' he asked, puzzled.
'Do you make it? Well, look at the ingredients. Macaroni. Cheese. How do you think we make it?' she was convinced even he knew how to make pasta.
His eyes shifted. 'Give me a break,' he whined. 'I'm a playwright and professional schemer. I don't know how cheese goes into pasta.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 17, 2007 14:00:26 GMT -5
Esme boiled water and metled cheese at the same time. then combined them and served it to them. "Not terribly hard." He accepted. "but there will be more challenging dishes coming up."
"Leav eit to Yakita-whatever."
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Post by Jenny on Jun 17, 2007 15:51:19 GMT -5
'It's actually rather nice,' he commented appreciatively through the mouthfuls of pasta, her picking at her food slowly as she always did.
'Its one thing I know how to make,' she said proudly. 'This and a couple of other things. Like cereal.'
He grinned. 'Maybe I can cook when Yakathing isn't here.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 17, 2007 20:18:05 GMT -5
"WE'll take turns." She suggested.
They finsihed supper and they put the dishes in the sink and let the later run.
"So, I usually watch T.V now.." he said quirtly and ackwardly, moiving into the living room and streching out across a blue sofa.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 21, 2007 10:55:14 GMT -5
She took the remote first, before he had chance,flicking through the channels until she got to the end. The screen was either broken or the ariel was, because it was fuzzed and unless you sat in a certain place didn't work. She sighed.
'Does anything around here work?' she pouted. Olaf mocked outrage.
'Of course. The sink.' he said.
'Oh, congratulations,' she said jokingly. He grabed her and wrenched away the remote.
'I can't stand all that flicking. Just choose something to watch.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 21, 2007 15:01:40 GMT -5
She laid back and looked at the tin roof. "You know that's worth a lot of money?" she asked.
Olaf looked up. "what is?"
"The tin ceiling." she informed.
"REally?"
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Post by Jenny on Jun 21, 2007 15:05:25 GMT -5
'Yes. It's worth loads.'
Olaf leant back. 'Maybe I'll sell up.'
She snorted, and grabbed the remote back to change onto something more interesting. 'It's not worth that much, O. You couldn't sell this place for anymore than you could sell your toaster.'
'I don't think that's very fair,' he grumbled, tackling her and taking ther remote back, switching to a news channel.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 24, 2007 8:47:37 GMT -5
Esme bordely, got up and looked at the curtains. She fiddled with the edge of one side and discovered a blue fabric underneath. It was dark and rich. She ripped the curtain open more. Olaf turned to look at her, as she destroyed the outside of the moth-eaten red curtains to get to blue ones that had been preserved through the plastic backside of the red curtains.
While she was doing that she had noticed the edge of the green linoleum was coming up and there was wood underneath. "Was this house the victim of some hideous makeover?" she asked kicking back the floor.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 24, 2007 12:01:36 GMT -5
(My post count has 667 at the end! Why that's so interesting, I'm not sure...)
'I redecorated the house after coming into money when I first lived here.' He'd said it so quickly she didn't catch it. He didn't like talking about his past. Not to her, at least.
'Well, it was nice before you did that.'
'It was nice after I did that.'
She snorted. 'Yeah, right. In your mind where red and lime green are the colours to have in the same house.'
'Look,' he said. 'I can kick you out, you know. If you keep on destroying my house I might be forced to.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 24, 2007 12:53:15 GMT -5
"I'm fixing." she insisted She stood infront of aa set of blue curtains that matched the wall paper perfectly, if the wall paper wasn't old and stained and peeling.
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Post by Jenny on Jun 24, 2007 13:06:36 GMT -5
'Yakata-what is going to help me re-paint in here. It's going to look nice, in the end.'
'No,' he moaned.
'Yes! Nice, like it must have been when you moved in. A suitable place to have a child live.'
He looked at her, barely breathing, not understanding what she meant. His eyes reflected his opinion.
'Me, you moron,' she said, throwing a pillow at him. 'I'm not pregnant, and I haven't invited anybody over to live here.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 24, 2007 18:16:23 GMT -5
"You should get that checked." he said outloud in alll honesty having forgotten that she was able to get pregnant.
"I'm not." Esme assured.
"Nothing wrong with an extra check."
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Post by Jenny on Jun 25, 2007 14:33:18 GMT -5
'Stop it,' she said uncomfortably. 'I'm not, and your making me all nervous.'
He laughed. 'No, I mean it. Just check. Or I'll keep bugging you about it for weeks.' he threatened.
'I should have known what I was getting into with you,' she grinned. 'Alright. I'll check sometime. I didn't know you wanted one so badly.' she said sarcastically.
'That's a horrible thing to say to someone like me,' he joked.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 27, 2007 18:14:00 GMT -5
"It's more of your fault anyway. you should be more careful." Esme warned.
"Careful is boring." Olaf sighed, watching her re do an entire room again.
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