"I'm gonna be Uncle Danny, you can't touch me," Danny taunts with a smirk, grabbing a spatula and a stick of butter from the fridge before he joins her and sprinkles some flour on the veggies with his free hand. "Besides, you're already gonna hate me for what I'm about to ask you, so I figure why not go for the gold?"
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Date: 2011-09-29 10:01 pm (UTC)