Given how many of her conversations that afternoon had turned to food, Sookie had found herself kind of homesick in spite of herself, especially after facing the prospect of eating what she found in the common room
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She laughed at that. "Oh, just wait. In summer if I get homesick, I'll do a crawfish boil. None of this stuff is too hard, really. I'm not as good as my gran, but it's hard to grow up in Bon Temps and not pick up anything."
"Louisiana," she offered. "The north part of the state, kinda near Shreveport." She tilted her head, trying to place Amber's accent, and said, "And I'm guessing you're from the midwest?"
"Yah, you betcha," she grinned. "Mount Rose, Minnesota. Small town. Haven't been much anywhere else. Oooh! But last summer? The island moved everywhere. It was kind of awesome."
"Italy, France..." Amber rambled off a few more places because her mun can't think right now. "I have a wine bottle in my room from France. I'm using it as a vase. It's gorgeous."
"Yah, you betcha. Mine too. Oh, and for Spring Break last year, we went to Mexico. And the best thing is, we don't have to pay for anything unless we just want to buy crap."
"Even on trips like that." At least as far as she knew. She didn't have to pay anything. "You just go along or you don't. But come on, Mexico. I didn't even see one prostitute." Amber associated Mexico with Tia Juana and that's where the prostitutes were. Right? And tequila.
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A beat.
"You are an excellent cook, Sookie. This is so great. You cook like this often and we all will just flock here, wanting to be fed."
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