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TFLN B3

[badlucklady]

You exaggerate. Can it be called a *flamethrower* when it fits in the palm of my hand?

[suntones]

given your checkered history, you should be grateful i haven't instituted kindergarten safety rules.

[badlucklady]

You jest, but I would look irresistibly adorable with scissors in primary colors. I would have you eating out of the palm of my hand!

[suntones]

if you haven't managed it yet, i don't think brightly colored safety scissors will help your cause.

[badlucklady]

You won't have a sorry word to say about my cause after you've tasted my Crème brûlée!

[suntones]

i certainly will if you try to go around brûlée-ing it yourself...

[badlucklady]

I'll have you know I have set *many* things aflame in my life - including women's hearts - and nearly all of them have been intentional.

[suntones]

oh, so it was attempted arson that you used my kitchen for? not cooking?

[That horse may be dead, but like all women, she can use necromancy and a bat on it forever.]

sleepin'

[badlucklady]

[Sympathies to his fellow much-abused undead.]

If you insist on putting me in handcuffs for a crime I am innocent of, do me the flavor of using the soft variety!

oyasusnorkmimimi~

[suntones]

you say you've 'set many things aflame' and 'nearly all of them have been intentional'.

that sounds like it is a crime you are guilty of, actually.

<3

[badlucklady]

Culinary experimentation is not a crime!

[suntones]

no, just everything else connected to your unauthorized culinary experimentation.

[badlucklady]

Unauthorized? If I were expected to ask permission for every tiny little thing I would be forced to bend the knee to you often enough to wear out my pants. Do you *want* to be responsible for my tattered wardrobe?

[suntones]

hang your pants, warren. you are expected to ask permission. i am here, expecting to be asked for my permission.

[badlucklady]

My pants demand a retrial before they're hung.

[suntones]

don't get cute with me and ignore the rest of the message.

[badlucklady]

Fine, fine. I already apologized, you know!

[suntones]

yes, but can you understand why i'm leery about you having a torch of any size?

[badlucklady]

Not in the slightest. It's an utterly baffling concern.

[suntones]

some part of this is certainly 'utterly baffling'...

[badlucklady]

I couldn't agree more! Your refusal to accept breakfast in bed is bewildering.

[suntones]

yes, who wouldn't want to be woken up to an intruder and a fire in their kitchen.

[badlucklady]

Intruder? I am an amiable companion serving you a rich custard dessert with a crisp sugary crust! Or I will be once the unjustified paranoia unclenches.

[suntones]

['Unjustified paranoia' is it? She is just sending him a photo from the tempura fried blood incident. And another of the charred remnants of what became of the Cuisinart. He is not gaslighting, gatekeeping, girlbossing the memories out of her head.]

[badlucklady]

You took photos of our exciting memories! My dear, if you crave reminders of our time walking this life together you need only ask for a print.