"I heard that," Zatanna called from the kitchen as she took a tray of garlic bread out of the oven. "Don't listen to him, Crowley, there's nothing wrong with it. He's just a big wuss."
"Am not," John called back in a sullen tone, and she smiled. If he thought the guest bed was bad, he'd hate sleeping on her couch.
Who ever said Constantines had a monopoly on deviousness?
She took a step back and surveyed her work. Three-cheese lasagne (with and without dead ruminant,) garlic bread, salad and a blueberry cobbler. All right, so maybe it was more of an early dinner than a lunch. What could she say, when she got nervous, she cooked. They could always have sandwiches later.
"Food'll be up in a minute," she added, cutting the pasta into neat squares. "Anything special you boys would like to drink?"
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Date: 2006-11-03 05:32 am (UTC)"Am not," John called back in a sullen tone, and she smiled. If he thought the guest bed was bad, he'd hate sleeping on her couch.
Who ever said Constantines had a monopoly on deviousness?
She took a step back and surveyed her work. Three-cheese lasagne (with and without dead ruminant,) garlic bread, salad and a blueberry cobbler. All right, so maybe it was more of an early dinner than a lunch. What could she say, when she got nervous, she cooked. They could always have sandwiches later.
"Food'll be up in a minute," she added, cutting the pasta into neat squares. "Anything special you boys would like to drink?"