"I'm sure they're fine," he promised. He flashed her a smile in return, then pushed away from the counter, turning so he could grab a knife out of the drawers. He set it down, crossed to the refrigerator to get the butter -- you couldn't have muffins without butter -- and set that down, too, next to the knife.
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Date: 2011-04-24 09:17 pm (UTC)