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„Steve!“ Danny barks, “Come over here! Without delay!”
“What’s up, Danno?”
“What is that?” Danny waves about the door he’s standing in front of.
“That’s the pantry. Didn’t you know that?”
“Of course I know that. Can you tell me how to go in? Huh?”
“You lift your foot, which one is your choice, and step in.”
“There’s no room in this pantry anymore, not for one of my feet least of all for my whole body! There are still fucking 48 bottles of ketchup in, 30 jars of nutella and enough rice and noodles to cook a fucking dinner for the fully booked Queen Mary 2, okay?” Danny’s gesturing in black despair.
“Don’t be so inflexible, Danno! It’s a little bit tricky and you have to be lissome but I know you are able to get in. You will do that!”
“Steve, if you are going to buy more foodstuffs, I’ll kill you okay? Hear me? I’ll kill you. I swear.”
“Uh, that’s bad. I already bought. It’s in the car, I’m so sorry, babe. I’ll go and bash it in the garbage can, okay?”
“Wait! No! That would be willful waste!”
“Why? You said you will kill me. I don’t want to die only because I bought you a box of your favorite malasadas. I’m at the garbage can if you need me.” Steve turns around and walks out of the house.
“Hey! Wait! Malasadas? Will you stop now? Stop! Steven! Goddamn, if you do one more step I’ll shoot in your leg, okay?”
Steve stands and turns around, grinning. “Changed your mind, honey?”
“I’ll think it over.” Danny says dryly but he can’t prevent to give Steve a little smile.
“Bought it only for you, babe.”
“I love you, Commander piggy bank. I love you so much.”