Gert's hands were washed. Her hair was tied back. There was a steady stream of Black Friday sale ads playing in the background, courtesy of a radio that wouldn't turn off. (They still made radios?) And Gert was standing at the kitchen counter with a printed-out recipe and all the ingredients she needed for potato pancakes, plus a few extra spices
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"I'm kind of made for cutting onions," he announced, and then grinned a little. "They're pretty brutal if you stay close to them, but I don't have to."
The joys of shapeshifting noodly arms!
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She shook her head. "The recipe calls for four tablespoons," she said, squinting, "so I'm guessing that's... one onion?"
Maybe?
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She looked apologetic about how helpful that wasn't, at least.
"Anything you want me to do for the cranberry sauce while you're working on that?" Because teamwork!
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She scooped a couple of very slightly charred, but perfectly edible potato pancakes onto a plate and passed it to Cade. "Bon appetit. I hope."
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