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[attr="class","giada i"]mmmm pasta. she doesn't bother to stifle the moan at the mention. "fuck, that sounds really good." pasta in general sounds amazing but chicken alfredo? yes please.

and then he sort of ruins it a little with whatever he managed to add to his mac and cheese. while she can get behind adding some toppings, hot dogs would be a hard pass. her nose scrunches at the thought but she'll ask about it anyway because it's a curious combo. "all that tasted good together?" her tone is disbelieving but she's more of a throw a shit ton of cheese on pasta and call it a day kinda girl so makes sense.

she's licking her lips, moving to climb off the table. "you think there's supplies for it here? i'd kill for some right now." definitely not a lie. this girl is serious about her mac and cheese.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]she's brightening halfway through his response. if they had the ingredients, she'll find them. anything for the mac n cheese. and i really do mean anything.

"noodles, milk, cheese, butter," she repeats if only to gather a makeshift list in her head. "anything else you want to add?" an eyebrow raises and her feet shift in the grass.

laughter escapes and she drifts closer for a moment. "definitely essential. i'll see what i can find, tiger." realistically, there's a lot she could probably find but she's taken the thief gloves off for today.

giada lingers to watch the exchange between abner and the skitties before disappearing to lurk through the kitchen once more. both cats mewl as if agreeing with him before rushing to rub against his ankles.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]he's right. she's 100% the type to get aggressive over someone coming between her and cooking. which is surprising given how easily she burns everything. definitely not a cook but certainly the type to strive to maintain control over said burning of food. she's a master at the art of making mac and cheese, however. one of her favorite dishes and it's kind of hard to burn unless she forgets about the pasta boiling for hours. yeah... that hadn't turned out well the last time.

somewhere along the way, she's managed to make a small mess in the kitchen while humming over her pasta. feeling very much like a witch making potions, there's a rhythm to the way she moves. almost as if she's cooking to the beat of her own drum.

giada doesn't fully notice him come in, too absorbed in her task to shift that focus elsewhere. she does, however, notice the skitties when they slide up to her legs. a kiss is blown toward both kitties before she's turning, waving the large spoon in abner's direction. "fabulous," she laughs, then, and rotates back around to stir the boiling pasta once more. "it's almost done. another minute, maybe?"

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]she wasn't going to rush the perfection that is the mac n cheese but the lack of pressure is almost comforting anyway. better to not be hounded for results unless someone wanted claw marks across their face. she'd be happy to do that anyway but that's beside the point.

"it does," she half sighs, half moans. and for a brief moment, she wiggles as if that'll magically make the pasta finish cooking any faster. it doesn't but it's the ritual that counts.

the timer buzzes and giada glances toward him with a request on her lips. "could you mix it while i try to find plates?" unless they were just gonna eat straight from the mixing bowl. actually, wouldn't be the first time she's done it but that was when she was in the comfort of her own kitchen, a bottle of wine deep and sprawled out on the counter in her underwear. yeah, just giada things i guess?

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]"thanks, tiger!"

there's only a brief clattering of plates against the counter before everything's set up. and thankfully, they're not all the way on the top shelf like that damn spice bottle. she only has to stretch a little to reach. once he shifts away to grab a bottle of water, she takes the opportunity to fix her own plate. naturally, there's more mac n cheese on it than anything else but it's fine, vessel for pasta and all right?

"we really did." he's definitely capable of it but her? wow, who knew. maybe he'll make a mini chef out of her. giada pauses to consider options for drinks before settling on water as well. of course, there was a small longing look sent toward the vodka but she'd like to not drink herself under the table during this nice dinner. later, maybe. "the barbeque looks amazing. god, i'm starving." as if to make her point, her stomach growls and she's actually flushing just a teeny tiny bit. she'll cover it with the turn of a heel to head toward the table.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]god, food in general is amazing but this? killer. he makes quick work of his own plate before she's halfway through hers. her eyes drift up to watch him lean back, placing a hand on his stomach. a laugh follows with a grin.

"please don't explode," she murmurs. silence comes for a few more moments as she finishes her own plate. and then, she's understanding the sentiment because god, so much food in so little time. it was too good to not inhale, though. giada rises to collect the plates and leave them in the sink before returning to plop back into her chair. "too full, need a nap." she groans, tilting her head back onto the top of the chair. hello there, food coma.

Abner Armstrong