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After the iconigration, Lincoln and I return to our suite in Antrum. We’ve decided to have snack time—again, yay!—only for this round, we enjoy our food in bed. This involves creating what I call the fondue-cano. Basically, this means placing the fondue pot in the center of the bed between us and propping it upright with little pillows.
The negative is that there’s no bunsen burner under the pot to keep things warm because FIRE.
The upside is how I can dip vegetables from the bowl into chocolate because CRAVINGS.
Some small part of me says that it’s disgusting to swish raw broccoli through melted chocolate. But I ignore that part of me because, clearly, f**k THAT.
“Have you noticed…” I can’t finish my sentence because I must stuff my head with a chocolate-covered carrot.
Lin
