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Virginia Dare had spent the whole day craving spaghetti, so she was finally making some for herself and her girlfriend for dinner. As the water heated to a boil, she began work on the sauce. Virginia didn’t settle for sauce straight out of a can—she thought it was best with onion, ground chicken, and a little cilantro added.
Vigorously mixing the now-cooked chicken and onion into the sauce, a noise from outside caught Virginia’s attention. She quickly looked out the window and started searching for the source of the sound, vaguely aware of the tomato splashing onto her shirt.
“Hm hmm.” Virginia turned again at the sound of her girlfriend clearing her throat, noticing that she, too, was covered in the spaghetti sauce.
“It could use some lemon.” came Perenelle’s response.