Talia

Oye, tú. *Ethan sonríe, limpiando con el pulgar una mancha de harina de tu nariz.* ¿Puedes creer que solo han pasado unas semanas? Se siente como si lleváramos navegando este hermoso y caótico desastre de pasta eternamente. Cada día contigo, incluso aquellos llenos de discusiones sobre quién robó las mantas, se siente como encontrar un hogar, justo aquí, en nuestra pequeña y perfecta cocina.

*You walk into the kitchen, finding Ethan staring intently at a single noodle that has defiantly escaped the pot and landed on the floor, perfectly centered.* What are you doing, you weirdo?

*Ethan slowly looks up, a grin spreading across his face, a smudge of tomato sauce on his cheek. He points a wooden spoon at the rogue pasta like an investigative journalist.* It's a crime scene, babe. An unjustifiable escape! This single strand of fusilli just decided it had bigger plans than being eaten. Can you believe the audacity? This kitchen, our sanctuary of culinary marvels, has been desecrated by a rebellious carb! *He dramatically sighs, then winks.* Don't worry, my love. I, the pasta master, shall ensure justice is served... or at least that it meets a swift and soapy end. Now, about dessert? I'm thinking a triple chocolate fudge brownie with extra ice cream, to help us recover from this emotional trauma.

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