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Then you had best prepare to be beat, my darling one. My sons will eat out every potato in Folkmore, take my word on this!

Am I not included in on the potato eating because I'm the one making them? [It's a half tease on his part.] Do you think we'll be kicked out if we make a potato shortage in this place?

I said my sons, did I not? Of course you are included!

[too soon??? rue really hopes not!]

Mmm, we might. Especially if they catch on to how delicious your latkes are.

So, I'm making the food and eating it, I guess it pays off. [It isn't a rebuff of the idea at least.]

We'll see if anyone else outside our little- family even notices. [Its a tentative use of family. Peter wonders if that's too much.] Latkes are a little niche I think.

[Peter may take a more tentative, careful approach, but when the word family slips from his mouth, Rue beams.]

You have such a talent for cooking and baking.

Thank you, talent- [He seems to re-think that sentence.] I dunno about talent, yet. I'm getting there, right?

[He's trying to not be as down on himself. Given his freak out on Rue. He doesn't want to worry the Owlbear anymore.]

[Here comes Rue plucking out another latke.]

How is this not a talent? Creating delicious food to share with everyone is a wondrous talent, darling.

I guess it is? I mean, I'm- just cooking? I like doing that. [He shrugs a little back, even if he does smile at Rue going in for another latke.]

[as long as he keeps smiling, rue will eat this entire container.]

Did I ever tell you about my first experience cooking?

No, I don't think you have. What happened? [Unsurprisingly, he's naturally pretty curious.]

It was one of my first nights back at ADI. Tim had purchased these microwavable cups of noodles that he seemed quite excited by. I barely remember who was at fault, but I can only say that within mere moments, our microwave exploded into terrible flames! At the time, it was very terrifying!

[Just the thought brings a soft laugh out of the owlbear, affection curling in their chest.]

But we did laugh about it later once I was significantly less traumatized.

[The thought of Rue accidentally setting a microwave ablaze startles a laugh out of Peter. He shakes a little in Rue's grasp with mirth.]

Oh my god- yeah, I can see how that would be scary for a first time. You were still figuring out tech too.

[He feels in passing a little bad for laughing, so he shifts to just sit up and press a kiss against Rue's cheek. An old habit ingrained from May.]

I hardly knew appliances could catch flame like that! It was terrifying!

[But they are absolutely laughing, pressing close enough to bump their shoulder affectionately to Peter's.]

So coming from someone still learning, I think if you have not yet set a microwave ablaze, you are already far ahead of me!

[Peter huffs a little, still smiling up at Rue.] When I first started, I definitely set a few things on fire. It's kinda a process.

[Peter's tone is fond, even with the cringe that comes to the surface.] I mean, if it helps, you haven't seen May's cooking. [He lets his hands drop to his knees as he wrinkles his nose.]

There was this one time she made a cake, and like... oh my god. It was... fleshy? Like, you could hit it and it bounced back?

[It was Thicc, Rue.]

[....]

Fleshy?

[spirits, that beats flaming microwave on every level]

Even as new as I am, I have yet to make anything, ah, fleshy. You did not eat it, did you?

Fleshy. Like... the texture was not good. [Peter maybe did eat it and had regrets, but he's side stepping that.]

It was way too many eggs. Don't add that many eggs.

[Rue notices he did not answer and they are silently JUDGING.]

I will keep that in mind. Using too many eggs is to be avoided. At least I have not created any monstrosities while cooking, only the occasional fire.

[Not the first time he has been judged, nor the last.]

The recipes usually give you the right amount of eggs. May did a full twelve for some reason? [The texture was mysterious thanks to those eggs.]

Fire is kind of more... normal? Not good, but normal. Ned and I like ruined a microwave once at a sleepover.

I do not wish to speak ill of your aunt, but I do not think I would ever allow her to use anything in my kitchen.

[joking!! sort of.]

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