"I do. Or my daughter does. One of us tries to cook every night if we're home, but it's a matter of — if we're home. She's gallivanting off with her little friends again today, so, we have the house to ourselves. Isn't that fun?" Claurant turns to put the pan back onto the stove, glancing over his shoulder towards him. "You can pour yourself a glass of wine if you'd like. Unless you want me to pour it for you?"
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Date: 2025-12-07 12:46 pm (UTC)