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[heatmetal]

[ his voicemail greeting is just a guitar riff ]

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[retromix]

One of these days I'm cooking us a real meal ...

[ Ah! Ticklish feet!! Off the bed, demon. ]

[heatmetal]

[ clocking that for mischief later. ]

You can cook?

[retromix]

Well, yeah, it's not like we've had any staff since I was thirteen.

[ Old enough to operate the oven, in other words. ]

[heatmetal]

[ "staff". eddie shakes his head, trotting towards the door. ]

Get you a boy that doesn't know what ravioli straight outta the can tastes like.

[retromix]

Get you a boy who knows how to make it from scratch.

[ Blowing him a kiss. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he mimes catching it, swooning. ]