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He nodded, taking a sip. "Thank you."
"Okay.. I suppose."
"Noodles, onions, spices, carrots, other things.. Y'know, the usual."
"Poppy.. Please? Just this once?"
He grinned. "You think so?"
He kisssd her hand. "Exactly."
He shook his head. "Hopefully not."
"What would you say if it were me?"
He nodded, grabbing forks as well. "It might be a little hot."
"I don't want you to.."
He sighed, pouring the soup and noodles into two bowls with a ladle, bringing one to her.
He frowned slightly. "How long?"
He glanced at her. "Of course."
He chuckled. "Even then."
He nodded, returning to the pot and mixing it. "Of course," he replied. He began chopping something up before sliding it into the soup. "Why...
"Are you? I'm pretty fond of you as well, wife."
"I would have had extras anyways, so this works out."
"True."
"I'm pretty good at making soup. I even made noodles along with it."
He sighed, tossing the rest of the muffin.
