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[willbewonderful]

Duck's leaning forward against the kitchen counter, hands framing the coffee maker as it drips with a slowness that would be maddening to anyone but a man with Duck's patience. "Getting there," he calls to Geoffrey, who's in the pantry doing what can only be called foraging. "And I found some milk in the fridge. Some sort of cheese creation, too

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[legendarymadman]

"Bread," said Geoffrey triumphantly, holding it up without looking at him. "I don't suppose there were any eggs left in the fridge, by any chance? We could do an omelet. And toast."

[willbewonderful]

"Uh..." Duck abandons his vigil with the coffee maker to search the fridge. "Yup, we got eggs. You like anything else in your omelets?"

[legendarymadman]

"Mushrooms," says Geoffrey, emerging from the pantry and resting his hand on Duck's hip as he looks over his shoulder into the fridge, "but I'm not sure I would trust any we found on the island. Are there any green onions? Do we even have any green onions here?"

[willbewonderful]

"Don't think so," Duck tells him, giving Geoffrey's cheek a quick peck as if to compensate. "We'll have to settle for mostly plain, can you stand it?"