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Jun 05, 2010 18:51

[ knock knock knock, Marshall Street. England's going up and down the hall with an empty measuring cup, knocking on random doors. What's he after? A simple cup of sugar/baking soda/whatever. It changes with every door he knocks on. This would be a completely normal friendly neighbour sort of routine, except for the fact England's slightly ( Read more... )

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mygodmyright June 6 2010, 02:03:59 UTC
How else do you expect me to cut it, then? With a knife?

[ mutter mutter insert insult here mutter ]

Honestly. I come over for a friendly cup of baking soda, and all I get is backtalk.

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mygodmyright June 6 2010, 02:30:14 UTC
[ oh. right. ]

I'll ask one of my many friends to cut it, then.

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mygodmyright June 6 2010, 02:51:29 UTC
They're all very busy, and at home.

[ he ain't leaving without that cup of sugar. or until a door gets slammed in his face ]

But if you must know...

[ pause pause think think ]

I forgot.

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mygodmyright June 6 2010, 03:04:43 UTC
Brill.

[ holding out his measuring cup again, just in case he forgot ]

Any saffron to spare, then?

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mygodmyright June 6 2010, 03:28:06 UTC
I'm making brioche, obviously. I'm missing a few ingredients at home and I was hoping I could borrow some.

[ MOSEYING ON IN, ALL DRUNK-LIKE ]

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mygodmyright June 6 2010, 05:16:16 UTC
A sort of French bread... I suppose.

[ pause as he thinks about that a little more ]

... scratch that. I'm baking a pie.

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mygodmyright June 6 2010, 20:59:39 UTC
[ because that's how he rolls ]

Just lend me whatever ingredients you have, and we'll call it fair.

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