“So what is he allergic to again?” Joan asked after pulling a small, ovular metal container of rice from the freezer.
“Shellfish.” Danielle answered while deveining the shrimp with a serrated knife. “The local restaurants don't put a lot of shellfish in his food because of his allergies.”
“You mean,” Joan scoffed and then emphasized, “He has them programmed not to put a whole lot in.”
“You're right.” Danielle laughed as she dumped a handful of shrimp in a large cooking pot in the stove. “You almost done over there?”
“Yeah.” Joan nodded while dumping the rice into the cooking pot. She briefly glanced at the temperature settings. “How long do you want me to put this on?”
“I'll watch that.” Danielle said shortly, moving Joan out the way and ordered, “Prepare the other ingredients.”
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