So.

[chocolatehelps]

As I'm sure you've all gathered from Sirius's panic post from the cabinets, we've had a bit of an undead equine issue as of late

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[prosnogger]

Are your lives always this, er, exciting?

[chocolatehelps]

Honestly, no. There are moments, but mostly it consists of take-out dinner, burnt grilled cheese, tea, and strange additions to the menagerie.

[prosnogger]

You two really are married.

[slobberymongrel]

Not for LONG. That lying, deceitful wanker said my grilled cheese was delicious.

[chocolatehelps]

Even the burnt bits are delicious?

[slobberymongrel]

TOO LATE, LUPIN. You watch, I'll stop attempting to cook for your lousy arse entirely, and then how will St. Mungos have enough money to open that new ward?

[prosnogger]

Maybe you had an off day?

[slobberymongrel]

Maybe.

He's right though, they're fucking awful. Gnolls wouldnt eat the shit I cook. Its probably thanks to your father's werewolf constitution that I havent actually killed him yet.

[prosnogger]

Hahahahahaha so who's cooking when I come over?

[slobberymongrel]

The thai place down the street.

[prosnogger]

I'm allergic to peanuts.

[slobberymongrel]

Drat. You're buggered, then. Its me.

[prosnogger]

I was only kidding. Peanuts are great.

[chocolatehelps]

Well, yes. We are at that.

Shows, does it?

[prosnogger]

Blindingly so.