Down to business.

[dracolicious]

Once again, Potter has been tormenting me by keeping busy in the kitchen, crafting delicious and fragrant things I cannot pilfer. Since we'll be hosting a mass Easter egg hunt at Widdleton tomorrow morning and the extensive hunting and gathering shall end with starving ankle biters, the ends justify the means

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[boywholives]

There you are...

[dracolicious]

You seem surprised. I've been down in this dungeon all day, Potter.

[boywholives]

Well come upstairs....you're done for the night. I say so.

[dracolicious]

Actually, I've still one more batch to go, thanks to you and your rampaging bits.

[boywholives]

Spare a moment for your husband? I want you to try these...

[dracolicious]

Try something covered in bacon? You really haven't even got to ask---

[boywholives]

It's the leftover roasted potatoes from dinner...thought I'd try this out.

[dracolicious]

And why haven't you been doing this to my potatoes all along?

[boywholives]

...any good?

[dracolicious]

BUSY HERE, POTTER---

[boywholives]

I'll take that as a yes.

[dracolicious]

I suspect you've just spoiled me for all naked potatoes forevermore.