<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Val shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.  "I don't like to cook.  I can -- I mean, I learned how -- but I just don't like to.  So I eat out most of the time.  Ty -- my omega landlord -- he would cook for me if I asked, but it feels weird to do it."  It shouldn't have felt odd.  Any of the omegas in his building would have fed him if he'd asked -- most of them actively enjoyed providing meals for an alpha, even if he wasn't <i>their</i> alpha.  "For awhile I kind of rotated through places, but this one has the best burgers, and I like a good juice burger."<br/>
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He dug in a pocket for a small spiral bound notebook.  "I should start taking your statement -- I'm sure you want to get it over with.  Once we've eaten, I'll take you over to Doctor Witherspoon's place."</span></span>