They'd gotten in an hour or so before sundown last night, and Arthur had spent rather a lot of time hanging out in front of windows, staring at the countryside. He couldn't help it-- being here both helped and hindered his homesickness
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Since no one arrested her on the way there or back (and no cats, birds, or sheep were harmed in the making of this trip) she felt the ingredients she'd returned with were well worth the risk of criminal prosecution. Or, you know, Arthur yelling at her.
Which was why, a few hours later, there was now homemade bread in the oven.
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It was a sensible question, considering that Arthur had only just wandered back into the house after a brisk walk.
Of two hours.
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"Bread? It's not burning, is it?" She jumped up from her comfy chair to go sniff the kitchen doorway. "No, thank God." Burning stuff after a conversation about Other People's cooking would be totally humiliating. "But it's probably done."
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Yes, Arthur, she made bread.
"Excellent. I'm starving."
Just don't eat everything in the house, Arthur.
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And could she bring it to him? Now?
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He was trying that whole thing where you asked people what they did with their day, and... such.
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He was in fact planning on dragging Katchoo out into it again tomorrow. Kicking and screaming, if need be.
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