Ow...

[altariel]

I just cut my finger chopping onions. Stupid rubbish cooking. Not so badly I need to leave the house and seek out expertise (how dreary would that have been, crossing town in the Friday rush hour?), but bad enough that I went all faint and had to lie down for a bit. It's all plastered over and I can type again now, but I think I'll still take the opportunity to sulk in front of the telly tonight.

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[toft-froggy.livejournal.com]

Oh dear! Yes, that's definitely sulk-worthy. Glad it's not too serious. Well, I was going to offer my own (very limited) cooking expertise while you're all alone over the next few weeks, if you don't mind slumming it in Kings one evening... I have Illya! And gay-youth-club-defending Professionals!

[(Anonymous)]

No sneaky SG:A, now...

[toft-froggy.livejournal.com]

Curses, foiled again!

[altariel.livejournal.com]

if you don't mind slumming it in Kings one evening...

Yes please! And Illya please!

[toft-froggy.livejournal.com]

Yay! I shall be in touch.

(He's out of the country! He can't stop you! Staaargaaate Atlaaaantiiiis...)