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"Well, you won't see me complaining," he smiles and comes to sit, admiring the spread. Admiring the work that's gone into it.

"This is probably the nicest date I've ever been on. Definitely the most considered. I've got some plans for us but they'll have to wait until it's warmer out."

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"It won't be as nice as the duck," he warns, because he didn't have ample time to practice, this was very much an idea stolen from another couple so. Here they are.

"Plans, huh?" He grins, flashing a wink as he plops some burned lasagna on a couple of plates for them.

Veggie, of course, you HEATHEN.

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No one stopped you from putting chicken in it, Chuck, but he appreciates the gesture.

He would have eaten it anyway, even if it was bolognaise.

"Yeah, a few. There's some nice scenery around here when it isn't covered in snow or monsters."

Or blood. Mostly the blood.

"There's a mountain.. and a lake. And one of those sinkholes has a beach in it apparently."

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Chicken in lasagna? What kind of heathen are you, exactly? No. It's fine, it's just without meat. All red gooey pasta with some crunch because, burned.

"That sounds pretty nice. And I'd kill for a beach."

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Chicken lasagna is a thing, don't shit on it until you try it.

He perks mid bite.

"Yeah? Me too. Do you wanna go?"

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Weird.

"Hell yeah, I wanna go. That sounds amazing. I miss the heat. And the ocean."