'Olives' by Joco42
| Inspired by Chapter 27: Olives |
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"I'm a bit worried about the fact you 'phoned our grocery order through. You better not have editted the list. If our kitchen gets filled up with olives and not enough proper food, I'm doing another order tomorrow." Mello was just watching him with infinite amusement. "You have such a fixation on olives. You act like they are threatening you in some way." "No. It stands to reason." Matt frowned, as if it was self-evident. "If we're grabbing something to eat, you always migrate towards the sort of place that has olives. If you look through the glass and there's olives, then you know damn well that the menu is not going to have anything edible on it. It's going to be cous-cous and twenty different names for something that boils down to different coloured leaves with a bit of oil dribbled on the top. I'll give you halloumi cheese, that was nice, but you're never doing lentil quiche to me again. Simper all you want, Mello, there are good reasons that I do the grocery order." Mello fell back, sitting on a chair behind him, wiping his eyes with mirth. "And you wonder why I love you." |
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