"Peanut butter chocolate chip oat bars." Phoebe said, patting a jar near bursting with them. "He eats at least three before dinner is even done." she said, giving him the tip she had discovered on her own. Was it the healthiest thing? No. But it kept Jude from looking like a put out puppy until dinner was served. "All boys that age are voracious eaters." she said with a grin. Jude was very normal for his age to say the least.
"Two chickens might've been better." she joked at their son's expense. But at his direction she nodded and set to work, pulling bowls and cooking utensils out and setting them on the table. Then her eyes glanced at the recipe. "So where do we start?" she said, looking it over a bit closer. "It seems there are two parts, the noodles and the chicken. Divide and conquer?" she asked. Or did he want to work on each component together?
"Two chickens might've been better." she joked at their son's expense. But at his direction she nodded and set to work, pulling bowls and cooking utensils out and setting them on the table. Then her eyes glanced at the recipe. "So where do we start?" she said, looking it over a bit closer. "It seems there are two parts, the noodles and the chicken. Divide and conquer?" she asked. Or did he want to work on each component together?
the nightingale
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