"Think you could make quiche?" Those seemed relatively simple as far as he understood them, and they seemed relatively versatile. She could make them for breakfast, so they didn't get tired of her muffins or his own waffles, assuming he felt possessed to cook, or she could make them for lunch or dinner. It was all a matter of what she put in them, as far as he knew, and quiche sounded almost as good as hot chocolate did right now, for some reason.
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Date: 2011-06-22 06:01 pm (UTC)