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[Fred is in the kitchen. He has several teacups in front of him and a bowl, filled with flour (and flowers, to be safe), a clump of salt in the shape of a teaspoon, and mounds of sugar. Currently, he is pouring milk into two teacups aaaand dumping them into the bowl.]
Can't guarantee these will taste exceptionally well- being handmade and all. [Throws in two eggs. Without taking the shells off.]
Not to mention a waste of time. 'Beat eggs with a mixer'. Why in the name of Merlin's pants would I beat them? They're a bit small to be Bludgers.
[Le sigh, and takes out his makeshift Beater's club from probably somewhere.] Not that I'm complaining, o' course.
Can't guarantee these will taste exceptionally well- being handmade and all. [Throws in two eggs. Without taking the shells off.]
Not to mention a waste of time. 'Beat eggs with a mixer'. Why in the name of Merlin's pants would I beat them? They're a bit small to be Bludgers.
[Le sigh, and takes out his makeshift Beater's club from probably somewhere.] Not that I'm complaining, o' course.