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It took a couple of hours to process all the ingredients on the kitchen island and transform some old stewed onions in a concoction of horror. Even with all the windows open and the fan on, they couldn’t get rid of the sour, bitter smell emitting from the pot. The muddy green colour had become a dark grey and with every drag of the ladle, unidentifiable chunks would well up from the bottom.
“I think that’s done,” Lilith announced, stepping aside to give Samantha a good view of the contents.
“Yummy…” she replied, not able to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. “Let’s serve up, shall we.”
“Yes, let’s. I brought paper cups for easy wash-up. Two per person.”
“Two??”
Lilith chuckled. “Yes, one for soup and one to… you know… return the soup if necessary.”
“Ahh, that’s grim, don’t say th
