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Swift Scribbles: And Then…

We had a small bet.

I’d offered her lunch at my place and she came over faithfully. She brought a bottle of white wine and I was about to serve the meal when she said something about not bothering about window dressing because she already knew the meal couldn’t be anything more than noddles.

I was offended.

I told her – or rather asked what she would do if the meal was nothing remotely similar to noddles. She said she’d stay over.

She did.

8 responses

  1. jabb

    short and simple……..with eagerness for more.

    August 25, 2013 at 4:26 am

  2. So what did you cook?

    August 25, 2013 at 8:34 am

    • It’s a dish I created. Original.

      August 25, 2013 at 9:20 am

      • Back to the roots. Efo riro pelu amala lafu

        August 26, 2013 at 10:44 am

  3. Haha

    August 26, 2013 at 9:52 am

  4. Yemie

    She stayed eh?! I’ll bet the meal you rustled up easily rivalled that served in a five-star hotel establishment and you practically got her to ‘eat her words’! Niceee!!! LOL

    June 25, 2014 at 5:33 pm

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