Chuckling, Eliot decided to move on from Margo's rag conversation. Instead he picked up the quiche and, as gracefully as one possibly could when stabbing into anything in a pie plate, scooped up a bite of it. He couldn't help letting out a little groan as he chewed it, then gestured towards the other fork sitting on his bedside table.
"Don't tell me you expected me to be able to eat this entire thing on my own. I would never be able to stay so svelte if I did things like that."
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Date: 2025-08-18 04:38 am (UTC)"Don't tell me you expected me to be able to eat this entire thing on my own. I would never be able to stay so svelte if I did things like that."