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“Cook more than— why would you cook more than this? It looks like you’re trying to feed an entire army.”
Arthur should have known. The concept of portion sizes was never something the American had grasped. Arms still folded as he leaned against the doorway, he looked along the kitchen worktops that was covered in plates of food and the ingredients to make them, his expression equal parts baffled and exasperated.
There’d be leftovers in the fridge for weeks – or at least there would be, if it weren’t for the other’s insatiable appetite. This amount wouldn’t see it past the next few days, no doubt.
❝An entire army?❞ Alfred started laughing ❝This isn’t even enough! We eat more than this!❞ He shook his head and turned the stove off to go to the fridge.
❝Well forget about that Iggy! I gotta cook more if we’re having guests!❞ He starts getting out more ingredients out ❝How many more people are coming?❞ He puts them out on the counter ❝Do I even have any more oreos and batter for this?❞ What about jalapeños? Does he even have enough of that too? Potatoes, are there enough?
❝We seriously need to have a garden.❞ He huffs ❝You’re coming along, Iggy!❞ Least that way he can just go to the backyard to get what he needed.
