Realizing that he'd failed to make toast and that it was too late to do so now, Wesley decided on a slice of plain bread and grabbed a plate. He put the eggs -- a strange mix of scrambled and fried -- onto it, got a fork, and went over to join Spike at the table. Looking at the food, he said ruefully, "All right. Maybe a chef wouldn't be a bad idea."
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Date: 2004-04-17 07:28 am (UTC)