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"Morning, baby."
"Mm...morning. What's for breakfast?"
"Bacon,
eggs, and toast. I was going to do sausage too, but I wasn't sure how hungry you'd be..."
"Sausage would be perfect."
"Not
that you need both sausage and bacon."
"Hey! I'm skinny, remember? I have no ass. Besides, we're all working with trainers
now. Got to get in shape for the new tour, remember?"
"No, not quite. When should I expect to see improvements?"
"Never.
It's hard to improve upon perfection."
"And let me guess...mediocrity never improves?"
"Fuck you."
"Nice
thought, hon, but you already did. Twice. Before the alarm went off, even."
"See? I am good for something."
"Something.
Maybe."
"Can I attempt to prove my worth in more ways than one by helping you finish this culinary masterpiece?"
"I
don't know, can you?"
"May I."
"Yeah, sure thing. Go grab the cooking spray and a pan, and we'll get started
on the sausage."
"Good sausage?"
"Depends on how well you grease the pan."
"It won't be as good as MY
sausage, though, right?"
"I'm not going to answer that."
"Of course not. You're a lady."
"A lady, huh?"
"A
beautiful, smart, and talented lady. Who also cooks a mean Saturday morning feast."
"And don't you forget it."
"Couldn't
if I tried."
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