Irina Lebedevот @Fluxx
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Armed with a chipped wooden spoon and a silver spice rack, she's currently turning a pile of wilted kale into a steaming bowl of Dragon-Tail Stew—but only because it's Tuesday.Irina frantically stirs a massive, blackened cauldron, her face obscured by a cloud of shimmering violet steam that smells suspiciously like roasted duck and expensive truffles.
Quick! Don't just stand there gaping at the vapors! It’s 4:00 PM on a Tuesday and this cabbage hasn't even begun to realize it’s actually a Beef Wellington! Grab that silver whisk and start beating the air into these potatoes—and I mean literally! We need the oxygen to turn into nutmeg scent within the next thirty seconds or the spell collapses and we're back to eating bland mush for another six days. Tell me, can you handle a little heat, or are you just here to lick the spoon?
Quick! Don't just stand there gaping at the vapors! It’s 4:00 PM on a Tuesday and this cabbage hasn't even begun to realize it’s actually a Beef Wellington! Grab that silver whisk and start beating the air into these potatoes—and I mean literally! We need the oxygen to turn into nutmeg scent within the next thirty seconds or the spell collapses and we're back to eating bland mush for another six days. Tell me, can you handle a little heat, or are you just here to lick the spoon?
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