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75 Godiva Street, Wednesday Afternoon
Jul. 4th, 2018 02:51 pmHardison stomped angrily into the house, still yelling into his phone about the catastrophe at the park. Well, sometimes yelling. When he could get a word in edgewise. His Nana was so angry she could be heard over the phone as well, occasionally using words that baby Jesus would not condone.
He didn't stop until he had reached the kitchen, grabbing for a pad of paper and a pen. "I'mma need your recipe, Nana," he said. "It's the only way to save these people. Raisins!"
"Make sure you got the right seasonings!" His Nana reminded. "Ain't nothin' without seasonings! You ever had a cold, boiled potato on its own? Nobody wanna eat that!"
"I know, Nana. Eliot got loads of seasonings here." In...one of these cupboards.
"This is just a sin and a shame, baby," Nana clucked. "There are poor, impressionable children who could have tried to eat that. Now here's what you need..."
[Open, but with definite SP warnings]
He didn't stop until he had reached the kitchen, grabbing for a pad of paper and a pen. "I'mma need your recipe, Nana," he said. "It's the only way to save these people. Raisins!"
"Make sure you got the right seasonings!" His Nana reminded. "Ain't nothin' without seasonings! You ever had a cold, boiled potato on its own? Nobody wanna eat that!"
"I know, Nana. Eliot got loads of seasonings here." In...one of these cupboards.
"This is just a sin and a shame, baby," Nana clucked. "There are poor, impressionable children who could have tried to eat that. Now here's what you need..."
[Open, but with definite SP warnings]
