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God, if this is TV then I better get nationally famous for my repeated failed attempts at cooking. I microwaved an egg because I, uh. Forgot.

[he's a way from poaching one, that's for damn sure. he did pretty well in lance casteau's restaurant, but that was with strong direction and a chain smoking asshole screaming at him every five seconds. it's not as easy, he finds, when he's doing it on his own and refuses to read any recipe books out of spite.]

Explain what? How we obviously had several hours of wild sex right in her main room? [he snorts as he shifts, getting comfy under the quilt. ugh. stupid ray and his stupid southern hospitality making it hard to be a total bitch.] Whatever, Ray. If she stabs me this time when I'm not breaking in and actually clearly already a known guest I will actually... well, I don't know. I don't feel comfortable stabbing her back and I'd rather not call the cops. Shut up. I'll work something out.