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"You cooked?" Alex said in incredulity as they stared at the dish, which looked and smelled amazing.
"You said I normally take care of the food."
Eliza stifled a laugh.
"OldMyf would always order in," they explained.
"I went to all that trouble for nothing?"
"Nothing?" Robert echoed.
"It looks amazing," Teddy said.
"Don't get used to it. This was too much stress."
"No need to stress, it's just me," Alex said.
"I stressed because it's you. Things are going so well."
Gestalt all beamed.
"It would take plenty more than bad cooking to scare me off," Eliza assured her.