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March 26 - March 26, 2025
His gaze returned to her face, hard and assessing. God, she could just imagine him in a kitchen shouting at his poor sous chefs like every chef she’d seen in the movies. Demanding perfection. Demanding precision. A small shiver ran over her skin at the thought of what it might feel like to please a man like that.
So, for the other complaints, he’d whipped up a simple pancake batter and served those. The customers hadn’t dared complain again, but he’d noticed the plates came back with plenty of pancake left on them. Apparently, they weren’t up to Dream Harbor standards either. Which was insane. They were just pancakes! Archer could make them a souffle with his eyes closed if they wanted, but somehow a simple recipe of flour, baking soda, eggs and milk wasn’t good enough for them?
Sorry man, but you can't elevate stupid. Pull out a box of Bisquik and a bottle of Aunt Jemima and be done with it
‘I lost her, Archer. Do you know what could have happened to her today? Do you know how many ways that could have gone so much worse? And it was my fault! I wasn’t watching her close enough. I wasn’t paying attention.’
You took your eyes off a nearly six year old child for all of a minute while she was watching a puppet show surrounded by other adults. The only mistake here is that no one seems to have bothered teaching the child not to wander off