We aren’t an exclusive item anymore. She’s free to do what she wants.
This is the 18th century, I’m not supposed to know what a Henny Penny is yet. But it should be obvious, the crispier you want the skin, the longer you fry it.
I don’t remember what the sky looks like, they’ve kept me in the kitchen for so long.
NO! *ahem* Um, I mean, I don’t think that’d be… the best idea…
Well I don’t. Eduardo sure does
he won’t let me forget.
Hmm… sounds familiar.