<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">Yes, you should have sat down. You're my guest, love but I do appreciate the help</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">." She shut the timer off and slid the re-heated lasagna out of the oven. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">Goodman is using the facilities and I asked him to grab the bottle of Fae Wine from my stock upstairs. He should be down any minute</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">." She slid the lasagna onto the counter, slicing through the layers with a sharp knife so it would be easier to serve. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">As for our new guest, that is Dawn. If one of you wouldn't mind grabbing the dishes and silverware, it's time to eat</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">."<br/>
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Jen gracefully grabbed the glass dish that the lasagna was set in with the pot holders. She moved with practiced percision as she wove her way around furniture and the sleeping, snoring form of Legba as she carried it to the table.<br/>
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"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">Goodman! Get your ass down here, it's time to eat</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">!" She called out, sliding the dish onto the black lacquered dining room table.</span></span></span>