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“Lyney...”
Lynette had woken up in the middle of the night with a dry throat. After realizing the glass on her bedside table was empty, she got up to refill it. It was then when she took a whiff of cooked fish coming from the House’s kitchen.
“Oh Lynette! I made some lightly fried fresh fish fillets.”
There were several questions running through Lynette’s mind. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she asked the most appropriate one, “...what?”
“I made lightly fried fresh fish fillets,” said Lyney, as if it were a matter of fact. It was certainly not. He shrugged before taking a bite out of his lightly fried fresh fish fillet.
Lynette took a look at the clock on the wall, “Lyney, it’s 1:15 in the morning.”
“Yeah, but I was hungry and wanted to make some lightly fried fresh fish fillets.”
“And this is coming from someone who calls me out on my lack of impulse control?”
“Do you want the lightly fried fresh fish fillets or not?”
“Say ‘lightly fried fresh fish fillets’ one more time, Lyney.” She sighed with a hand to her face. Eventually, she conceded to her brother’s argument. Pulling out a chair, she watched her brother get her a serving of lightly fried fish fillet. Curiously, it came straight out of the pan.
“Wait, did you just cook these?” she asked, taking a bite out of it. Its flavor was shockingly pleasant. It was seasoned well, not too salty yet not bland. Its texture was soft while still retaining its moisture. Knowing her brother, Lyney had put in more effort necessary for a post-midnight snack.
“Yep. How’s the taste?”
“Surprisingly good.”
Lyney let his signature smirk come out for a moment, “What’s surprisingly good?” He asked in a tone dripping with smugness.
Lynette deadpanned, a sense of dread crawled down the back of her spine. “Don’t you dare, Lyney. I don’t have the energy for this.”
“Do you refer to the lightly fried fresh fish-”
A fork centimeters away from Lyney’s face quickly stopped him.