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vdistinctiveEveryone was on the island and in one piece, even if their homes weren't. There were no classes to worry about, and Eliot had finally stopped ranting about whether or not he needed to hire contractors to fix up Luke's.
It was time for a family dinner night.
"Okay," Eliot announced as he wiped his hands dry on a dish towel. "We've got spaghetti and farfalle -- bowtie pasta, Parker -- marinara and alfredo, both meatless, and meatballs for the carnivores. Everyone has to take at least a little salad, and there's wine or soda to drink. Please tell me someone remembered to set the table."
The "table" in question was some leftover counter top from rebuilding Luke's kitchen, propped on two saw horses, but that was okay. It matched the "kitchen". Which was several camp stoves arranged on a salvaged desk.
They really maybe needed to think about getting an actual house to live in again.
[for thems what know, up early to be nice to scheduling!]
It was time for a family dinner night.
"Okay," Eliot announced as he wiped his hands dry on a dish towel. "We've got spaghetti and farfalle -- bowtie pasta, Parker -- marinara and alfredo, both meatless, and meatballs for the carnivores. Everyone has to take at least a little salad, and there's wine or soda to drink. Please tell me someone remembered to set the table."
The "table" in question was some leftover counter top from rebuilding Luke's kitchen, propped on two saw horses, but that was okay. It matched the "kitchen". Which was several camp stoves arranged on a salvaged desk.
They really maybe needed to think about getting an actual house to live in again.
[for thems what know, up early to be nice to scheduling!]