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100wordsTitle: 'Stew'
Fandom: Friends
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted tovocab_drabbles
The spoonful of stew slid down Chandler's throat, and his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "Ohh, God. I'm so glad I married a chef!"
Giggling, Monica took the spoon from him, and went back to stirring. "I'm not even done with this, yet!"
"If any woman in the world belongs barefoot and in the kitchen, you're it!"
"Careful," Monica warned, as she sprinkled a bit of pepper into the stew. "Most poisonings start in the kitchen."
Her tone was insouciant enough, but it still gave Chandler a chill.
"How about if I never say that again," he suggested.
"Good plan."
Fandom: Friends
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
vocab_drabblesThe spoonful of stew slid down Chandler's throat, and his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "Ohh, God. I'm so glad I married a chef!"
Giggling, Monica took the spoon from him, and went back to stirring. "I'm not even done with this, yet!"
"If any woman in the world belongs barefoot and in the kitchen, you're it!"
"Careful," Monica warned, as she sprinkled a bit of pepper into the stew. "Most poisonings start in the kitchen."
Her tone was insouciant enough, but it still gave Chandler a chill.
"How about if I never say that again," he suggested.
"Good plan."
