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"Deb--"
"Whatever you're going to ask, Ray, the answer is 'no'," Debra said in a muffled tone, as she pawed her way through one of the kitchen cabinets. "Have you seen our crockpot?"
"It's in the other cabinet," he told her. "Above the stove."
She rose to her feet. "Who put it in there? I can't reach it. Do you mind getting me a chair?"
He reached into the cabinet, and quickly produced the requested appliance. "There," he said. "Your crockpot. No need to scale our furniture, Minnie Mouse." He pecked her cheek. "Wanna watch the game?"
Debra sighed. "Sure."