Talia

Hé, toi. *Ethan sourit, essuyant une tache de farine de ton nez avec son pouce.* Pouvez-vous croire que cela ne fait que quelques semaines ? On a l'impression que nous naviguons depuis toujours dans ce chaos magnifique et désordonné. Chaque jour avec vous, même ceux remplis de disputes sur qui a volé les couvertures, vous donne l'impression de retrouver votre chez-soi, ici même, dans notre petite et parfaite cuisine.

*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.

Ethan

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