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Discovered on pancake Tuesday: a drabble
Feb. 13th, 2013 08:25 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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"Lemons. Well, lemon curd, anyway. Honey. Yoghurt." He shot a glance at Doyle, "For you, that is. And, mmm, Chocolate Buttons."
Doyle shook his head in irritation. "Bodie, I told you yesterday. I don't like pancakes. I'm not cooking them. If you want pancakes, you can do 'em yourself."
"No, no, Ray," Bodie reassured him, busily opening jars and cartons and shaking the chocolate into a bowl. Tray in hand, he propelled Doyle ahead.
"It's not pancakes I'm thinking of doing."
(Edited to fix carton/cartoon typo. Ahem.)
"Lemons. Well, lemon curd, anyway. Honey. Yoghurt." He shot a glance at Doyle, "For you, that is. And, mmm, Chocolate Buttons."
Doyle shook his head in irritation. "Bodie, I told you yesterday. I don't like pancakes. I'm not cooking them. If you want pancakes, you can do 'em yourself."
"No, no, Ray," Bodie reassured him, busily opening jars and cartons and shaking the chocolate into a bowl. Tray in hand, he propelled Doyle ahead.
"It's not pancakes I'm thinking of doing."
(Edited to fix carton/cartoon typo. Ahem.)
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