[ Kenzi, no. Please don't take your eye out. Jefferson would be a poor housemate indeed if she lost an eye on his watch. He's too busy rolling up his sleeves and looking for an apron to put on before he gets to dealing with flour and other things that could dirty his clothes. ]
Amazon? [ Oh no, he's confused. Amazon isn't part of his lexicon, it seems. Jefferson shakes his head, tying on the only apron he could find: a pale pink gingham number accented with dainty flowers. ]
I don't know who sent it? Certainly not a crush or a... [ He makes a face and shakes his head even more emphatically. ] lover.
[ Now to peer at the recipe in the cookbook. ] What's inside?
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Amazon? [ Oh no, he's confused. Amazon isn't part of his lexicon, it seems. Jefferson shakes his head, tying on the only apron he could find: a pale pink gingham number accented with dainty flowers. ]
I don't know who sent it? Certainly not a crush or a... [ He makes a face and shakes his head even more emphatically. ] lover.
[ Now to peer at the recipe in the cookbook. ] What's inside?