Failure.

[dracolicious]

Suffice it to say that my plan to ease the innocent through certain trials and tribulations by means of a sleeping draught haven't been quite as successful as I'd hoped.  Noting the sharp irony, I blame lack of proper sleep for failing to recognize that the blend of potion ingredients that might keep a human unconscious for a period of time may

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[boywholives]

I've brought you some incentive to get out of bed...

[dracolicious]

And what have we got here?

[boywholives]

What the Americans call comfort food. Pasta, cheese, bit of bacon...

[dracolicious]

You put extra bacon in this batch, I can tell even without any proper lighting.

[boywholives]

Maybe that's the only bacon in it - come downstairs and find out.

[dracolicious]

You've put forth a difficult bargain, Potter. I warn you now, however, that if there is no more bacon. . . .

[boywholives]

You'll what? Sulk and pout?

[dracolicious]

And probably kick you when My Angels aren't watching.

[boywholives]

As opposed to kicking me when they are watching, which is what you normally do?

[dracolicious]

Surely they realize that you deserve it. Bacon is sacred.

[boywholives]

You're teaching our children the virtue of spousal abuse. Wonderful.

[dracolicious]

Must you put such a melodramatic spin on everything?

[boywholives]

You're a bad influence on me.

[dracolicious]

You're stealing my thunder here, you twat.

[boywholives]

You steal my food off my plate - we're even.

[dracolicious]

I'll do more than that, Potter!