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Arierra did her best not to wrinkle her nose as she sat at the dinner table. The lit candles couldn’t even cover the stench of the overcooked food sitting in front of her. She took a fork and gingerly poked at her meal.
“This is certainly an… interesting… culinary creation.”
“Thanks! It was one of mom's old recipes. I don’t remember it exactly so I substituted a lot of ingredients. I hope it’s good!”
Ari plunged her fork into the food and quickly shoved it in her mouth, desperately trying not to look disgusted.
The things I do for love…