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[nola_steve]

So Maggie and my muffin-fueled bonding back at Phoenix Effect inspired me to spend some quality time with the oven and an ever-stylish Kiss Me, I'm Irish apron. (Fact check: I'm not even a little Irish. Not sure where we got this.) Long story short, there's frogmore stew and Grandma Josie's cornbread, so you'd better get home while the getting's good.

By the way, if you're one of mine, connected to one of mine, or just plain hungry and looking for a bite to eat, swing by and we'll hook you up.

Comments

[nola_buckybarnes]

What about hooking up?

[nola_kravitz]

Twist my arm, why don't you.

[nola_steve]

Twisting and shouting!

I'll save you a seat of honor.

[nola_kravitz]

Hey, you're okay with me crashing for a while, right? I haven't had a chance to actually ask.

[nola_remus]

Yesss, thank you! Heading home now. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse, and probably have before.

[nola_steve]

Your bed's already ready and waiting. You know the door's always wide open for however long you need it.

[nola_steve]

No horses gave their lives for this batch, but there's plenty of other goodness just waiting.

Oh hey, swing by and grab pie from the corner bakery? It slipped my mind. Can't have dinner without pie.

[nola_remus]

Preference? Peach, sweet potato, coconut cream?

[nola_kravitz]

Yeah, I know. You're a godsend, Steve. Food and a bed? What more could I ask for?

[nola_steve]

Peach unless I'm outvoted.

[nola_steve]

Endless smothering affection?

[nola_kravitz]

You're going to give that whether I ask for it or not. I know you, Mr. Williams, and I know you are not so secretly a mother hen in a human suit.

[nola_kravitz]

Frankly, I'm offended chocolate silk isn't an option.