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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 23, 2009 17:37:52 GMT -5
"Oh, she will be," *said Jake, wincing to think of it now. He leaned back with his hands in his pockets, but it happened to be against the edge of the stove, and he skipped forward with a curse.*
"Jesus..." *he muttered, rubbing his rear.* "No wonder men stay outta the kitchen."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 24, 2009 8:02:42 GMT -5
*Lark glanced over to him, trying to suppress a giggle.*
"Fair 'nough. Jake...that's the stove." *She pointed.* "It's likely to be hot, so you ought to mind it." *She explained, as if he hadn't been living with it longer than anyone in the house.*
"Now get that fine ass of yours over here and show me where that girl keeps the lard."
*She grinned, pulling some flour out of the pantry.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 24, 2009 13:34:41 GMT -5
"Um...what's it look like?"
*Okay, now he felt stupid.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 25, 2009 7:50:39 GMT -5
((*hugs Jake*))
*Lark laughed and shook her head.*
"And what exactly were you gonna do when Lizzie moved out if you hadn't stumbled across a wife?"
*He was helpless after all. Helpless and perfect and so very hers.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 25, 2009 16:07:44 GMT -5
"Figger I'd just burn everything over some coals out back," *he said with a shrug.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 25, 2009 16:17:17 GMT -5
*Lark rolled her eyes.*
"You're hopeless you know, right?" *She grinned back at him only a moment before delving back into the pantry. Then she emerge with a large tin in her hands.*
"This is lard." *She announced proudly.*
"An' it's important to fine biscuits. 'specially if you ain't got any butter."
*Which she wasn't about to assume they had.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 25, 2009 16:27:32 GMT -5
"...oh! Right," *he said, nodding as he recognized the waxy mass in the tin.* "Lard."
*He could remember well enough the days back on the ranch where they'd produce their own tallow and lard after butchering a hog or a beef. Still, he'd never seen the final product, much less looked in a pantry for it.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 25, 2009 16:31:00 GMT -5
*Lark slowed, as if just realizing something.*
"You do...like biscuits, don't you?" *She asked unsure. All southern folk did, didn't they? She looked a little worried about the whole thing.*
"If you want something else..." *She glanced back to the pantry.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 25, 2009 17:03:04 GMT -5
*Jake grinned at her.*
"Trouble, I'd eat the furniture if we didn't need somethin' t'set on," *he said gamely, giving her rump a slap.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 25, 2009 17:18:37 GMT -5
*The smack made her emit a small laugh and look back at him.*
"Well, good thing then. But there's a difference between bein' willing to eat somethin' and liking it. Hell, other than pie, I s'pose I don't know much about what you like to eat."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 25, 2009 17:52:24 GMT -5
"Everybody likes pie," *Jake pointed out.* "I got no problem eatin' pie fer th'rest of my life."
*Still, he crossed his arms and leaned against the kitchen table, thinking.*
"...grits...roast beef...apples n' onions...griddlecakes...chicken salad...fried eggs...mashed potatoes...fruit cake...layer cake...jam cake...choc'lit cake..."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 25, 2009 17:56:08 GMT -5
*Lark laughed a bit more, pulling out the salt and moving to him, touching his chest gently as she looked up to him.*
"Ya lookin' to make me a young widow, eatin' like that." *She caught him by the waist of his trousers, pulling him against her.*
"And I have half a mind to keep you a bit longer."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 25, 2009 19:43:26 GMT -5
"A man still needs t'keep his strength up," *he said with a slow smile, resting his hands on her hips.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 28, 2009 9:33:49 GMT -5
"Well yeah." *Lark agreed, squirming back against him, eager enough to feel his arms around her.*
"But that don't mean that you're not getting 3 square a day." *She grinned up to him, twisting back to look at him.*
"And biscuits...they're like some sort of cornerstone." *She started to measure out some lard into the bowl.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 28, 2009 20:20:26 GMT -5
"Uh huh," *he said, kissing her neck.* "Like hay fer a horse."
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