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[dracolicious]

Potter has made stew. I can no longer move without fear of sloshing like a cauldron of . . . partially digested stew. Naturally, this has made me irresistible to every ankle-biter in the house with a penchant to launch themselves directly onto the torso of unsuspecting victims

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[boywholives]

Bean, why don't you take your brothers and see what you can find in the toy trunk, alright? They're going to make Daddy sick if they don't stop trying to climb him like a tree.

I know, Daddy always overeats.

[dracolicious]

The important thing is to know your limits, Lentil. Had I gone for another bowl, I would have been sicking up all over the floor. That is when you stop.

[boywholives]

Most people stop when they feel full, not just before their stomach is about to burst.

[dracolicious]

Nuance.

[boywholives]

You should have stopped after the third bowl. Not that I'm entirely displeased...clearly you liked it.

[dracolicious]

It's your fault, really. If the stew was simply adequate, I never would have done this to myself.

[boywholives]

My apologies for the excessively tasty meal.

[dracolicious]

You'll be sorry later, when you're the one sharing a bed with me.

[boywholives]

So, how poor are we after that little shopping excursion today?

[dracolicious]

. . . Don't ask questions when you don't want to hear the answer.

[boywholives]

Do we have enough leftover to buy food next month?

[dracolicious]

I'm sure we'll manage.

[boywholives]

My back is still aching from all the bending over to pick up various toddlers all afternoon - I feel like an old man.

[dracolicious]

You are old. Just look at you, Potter.

[boywholives]

Grey hair...wrinkles...I'm a right mess, aren't I?

[dracolicious]

I'll say. If it's my lot in life to shag a wrinkly old mess such as yourself, I must have been really rotten in a past life.