Down to business.

[dracolicious]

Once again, Potter has been tormenting me by keeping busy in the kitchen, crafting delicious and fragrant things I cannot pilfer. Since we'll be hosting a mass Easter egg hunt at Widdleton tomorrow morning and the extensive hunting and gathering shall end with starving ankle biters, the ends justify the means

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[boywholives]

Spare a moment for your husband? I want you to try these...

[dracolicious]

Try something covered in bacon? You really haven't even got to ask---

[boywholives]

It's the leftover roasted potatoes from dinner...thought I'd try this out.

[dracolicious]

And why haven't you been doing this to my potatoes all along?

[boywholives]

Well, people do this to scallops all the time, but neither of us like them and...I don't know, it was just a random idea.

[dracolicious]

From this day forward, I decree that everything ought to be wrapped in bacon!

[boywholives]

...I don't think that would be an entirely good idea.

[dracolicious]

Why not? What's not to love?

[boywholives]

Everything, Draco? Everything?

[dracolicious]

Yes. Everything. In the event that the bacon doesn't enhance the flavor, I can simply remove the bacon and eat it separately, safe in knowing I shall never be without.

[boywholives]

So you would eat...bacon-wrapped broccoli? Bacon-wrapped brussel sprouts? Bacon-wrapped turnips?

[dracolicious]

Of course not, I would save the bacon from a cruel fate by extracting it from the vile vegetation and quickly put it out of its misery by introducing it to my mouth.

[boywholives]

But you said everything...which technically also implies things like cars and Tower Bridge...

We'd even have to wrap the children in bacon.

[dracolicious]

. . . Everything edible, you twat. Honestly.

[boywholives]

Well you should have specified. That'll teach you.

[dracolicious]

I'll show YOU teaching---