Anger.

[xp_angel]

Bobbi promised me a home cooked dinner. Something with love. Something foreign. Something that would fill me with warm, happy feelings.

What the fuck is this?

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[xp_angel]

And real pasta, and real chese. Maybe a fontina, something melty... oh, and spices. Herbs. Everything, really.

[xp_tarot]

incorrect

Your macaroni and cheese is appropriate for a time and a place but not this time or place and this macaroni and cheese would be ruined by being fancy