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Note: An extra chapter update this week. I just finished chapter 51 so decided I can do an extra update. It's been a week so wanted to share some positive energy. Also, I am really happy with this chapter. I think it flows really well and hope y'all like it too. As always, thank you for reading. Have a lovely weekend!

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Extended Family

Chapter 40 – Grave(y) Competition

Takes place after chapter 20.

"It's a good thing the dish is legitimately good," Alicia said wryly as she set the plates on the table. "I haven't quite gotten tired of it yet."

"I'm not complaining," Oliver said with a wide smile. "It tastes great and it's healthy. I like your spin on it too."

"Flatterer," Alicia sniffed but she did not hide her smile.

"It's true," he chuckled warmly. "Sir Harry is a good cook but my wife is also a good cook."

"I'll be happy when I make something that Hadley devours like that," Alicia said, pointing at her daughter who was currently slurping the noodles off the plate.

"Use a fork sweetie," Oliver said and smiled when she did. "She does make it look really tasty. I've seen her eat your food like that before."

"Not with quite the same amount of enthusiasm," Alicia said.

"Is that what started that food fight you and the others had?"

"Essentially."

Oliver chewed a mouthful. "Who ended up winning?"

"Harry," Alicia said flatly and Oliver laughed. "Turns out he tailor makes each dish to a person's taste."

"That sounds like him," Oliver grinned. "Dang, he won without even being in the competition."

"However, we did speak of a rematch," Alicia mused. "Hadley, seriously, slow down. There's plenty."

"A rematch huh? When?"

"We never made it formal but perhaps I will now. I have been a bit bored as of late and I need to regain some dignity."

"Shouldn't have married me then," Oliver chuckled.

"That's my joke!"

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The next day Alicia sent messages out and they all met at the Potter home. Harry sat on the ground, wrestling with Dahlia, Hadley, and Hailey with the others watching on fondly.

"Okay, so let's do this again but properly," Alicia said. "We all choose a dish we all can make but with enough variation for flexibility and personal taste."

"Harry still the judge?" Hermione asked.

"Yes but he shouldn't be the only one because he does the, 'everyone makes it and it's all good' thing," Angelina said.

"They were all good!" Harry protested before Hailey pushed him over and sat on his back.

"You're too sweet Rabbit," Hailey's mother smiled.

"We all have a vote and you cannot vote for yourself," Alicia said. "Practice during the week and we meet next weekend to bring your final product."

"What is the dish to make then?" Daphne asked.

"That's what I'm having trouble with," Alicia admitted. "We all have every different backgrounds and I've been trying to think of something that we might all have experience with and can make easily enough. Not to mention having enough flexibility."

They all thought for long moments.

"How about gravy?" Harry asked after a while, finally wrapping the three girls in blankets and they flopped and wiggled about giggling mightily.

"Gravy isn't a dish though," Hermione said.

"No, but it's an important part of a lot of dishes," Harry said. "And it's pretty simple to make and you can do a lot to it."

"I like that idea," Katie said. "We can even make the ideal thing the gravy is going on."

"I'll make some plain chicken too as an accompaniment," Harry said. "To see if the gravy is good with other things."

"Sounds good to me," Angelina said enthusiastically.

"Are we agreed then?" Alicia clapped her hands at the nods. "Now, no assistance at all, this is all on your own merits."

"That's not fair, not all of us cook as often as the others!" Hermione said and Daphne and Luna looked faintly relieved.

"Fine, no help from Harry then," Alicia amended.

"My father eats dirigible plums with salt and a bitterleaf. Would you like me to ask him for assistance?" Luna asked with false sweetness.

"Okay, Luna can have help from Harry," Alicia said, shuddering. "But he's not allowed to help you with the flavoring or planning. He can only teach you how to make the gravy itself."

"Accepted," Luna said.

Harry noticed that Daphne looked slightly panicky. He wandered over to his desk, followed slowly by the blanket worm girls and gathered some parchment, writing something swiftly. "Hey Daphne, thanks for lending me those notes. They were really useful."

"Notes?" Daphne looked confused. "What notes?"

"The ones about the thickening solution. You were right, the ones I had before were a little off on the ratio and this one really helped my potion." He handed her the stack of parchment.

"What was wrong with the previous ratio?" Hermione asked, aggrieved.

Daphne looked down at the parchment, still confused. She did not remember giving Harry any notes regarding a thickening solution. When she flipped a few pages, she noticed that the ingredients written were not potion making ingredients at all. Her eyebrows flew up momentarily before she schooled her features. "Oh! Yes, I am glad you found this one useful. I thought you would have better results considering you were using solid glasswort instead of powdered."

"Well if I knew that I would have told you otherwise too," Hermione sniffed.

"I am a bit of a dunderhead," Harry said flatly and in a horrifically familiar tone of voice.

"Don't do that," Angelina laughed, kicking him lightly. "It's been years since I've heard him and I've been very happy."

Harry joined their laughter. "I couldn't resist."

As they began leaving, Daphne hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered.

He winked at her. "You're welcome," he whispered back.

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"You gave Daphne a recipe," Luna said the next day when she arrived.

"Just for the base," Harry said. "Daphne's mother never cooked and House Elves cook things a little differently and I don't know if she's comfortable asking them. I don't know if Tracy's mother cooked much or not. She's had it plenty but she's probably never cooked it before."

"I'm not complaining," Luna said. "It would be a bit hypocritical of me if I did. You're just being sweet and making sure we all have a level start."

"Aw thanks, Luna. Oh I have something for you." He handed her a wrapped bundle.

Luna squealed when she opened it. "I love it!" She hurriedly slipped the apron on. It was a soft yellow and the back strings were long enough to tie around to the front. A large pocket was at the center of the waist and there was a side pocket for a wand. She hugged him tightly.

"Good! Alright, so this is how you make a basic gravy. You need an equal amount of fat to flour and then your preferred liquid. You melt the fat in the pan, in this case butter, and wait for it to melt completely. Then you add the flour and whisk. You cook the flour out enough so it won't taste like flour later."

"How do you know?" she asked.

"When you can't smell flour anymore. Or when it looks like this. Nice and brown. Don't cook this too long or you can scorch it. Then you add the liquid and do it in small bits and whisk or stir constantly to get the lumps out."

"Lumpy gravy isn't very nice," Luna said.

"Usually no. I like to splash in the liquid, this is chicken broth, and whisk it until I don't see any lumps and add a little more. Then when you finally added all your liquid and whisk it smooth, you let it cook until you get the consistency you want. This is when you flavor it too." He sprinkled in salt, crushed some black pepper, and added a sprinkle of cayenne pepper. "When you can coat the back of a spoon like this, it's pretty much done. But when you take it off heat, it will thicken a little more so you'll want to plan for that."

"It seems relatively simple," Luna said gratefully. She took his place at the stove and carefully followed his steps. After some trial and error, a couple of restarts, she looked proudly down at a pan of smooth brown gravy. "I did it!"

"You did!" He hugged her. "Good job. Tastes just as good as mine."

"You are a dreadfully kind liar," Luna laughed with pink cheeks. "Now the problem is, I have to think of how to make a tasty gravy that's mine and it fits with something." She frowned, muttering under her breath.

Harry watched her for a little bit before he started moving about the kitchen. He set out some sausages and soon had them grilling in a pan. He took some dough out of the cold box and cut it into squares. "How about a snack?"

"Yes please. Are those American biscuits?"

"Yeah, I really like them ever since I made them for camping." In a short time, Luna's stomach grumbled when she smelled the savory sausages and buttery biscuits releasing their delicious scents. She smiled broadly when Harry sliced the sausage up and put it on a plate with a biscuit and he ladled her gravy over it all.

"Oh this is rather nice," Luna said as she gobbled the food.

"Gravy is really helpful," Harry said. "Can add a lot of depth and flavor to things, jazz it up some, tie them together. What's really nice is that you can change the fats and the liquid up a lot. Like if you get the fat from cooking crumbled sausage in a pan. And if you like a really rich and creamy gravy, you can use milk."

Luna nodded as she listened, her mouth full of biscuit and sausage and gravy. She stopped when she registered what Harry was saying, looking at him with wide eyes and full cheeks.

Harry looked to the side at a bookshelf. "I learned how to make biscuits out of that book on American Southern Cooking."

Luna swallowed. "Sounds very educational. May I borrow it?"

"Of course," Harry said as he ate a big bite of food.

She kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."

He kissed her back. "Of course."

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"A gravy cookoff?" Tracy repeated. "Why did you agree to that?"

"Because everyone else was enthusiastic about it and if I refused, I would look petulant."

"I remember what your father said about gravy before. 'A plebian attempt to hide the inadequacy of the quality of the food'."

Daphne nodded, staring at the pan with intense concentration. "Mother said he dislikes gravy because it can make you gain weight and he has little self-control over himself over some things."

Tracy snorted. "I can relate." She peered into the pan. "That looks good though."

Daphne smiled softly. "Harry was kind and gave me a basic recipe with instructions under the guise of returning some notes to me."

"Aww, he's the best." Tracy opened her mouth and Daphne fed her a spoonful. "Ooooh hey that's pretty good! A little bland though."

"I did not season it much yet, I wanted to make sure I got the consistency correct," Daphne said proudly. "Now that I have the process, I can figure out how to season it and perhaps make something that accompanies it."

"Can't go wrong with mash and gravy," Tracy said as she licked her lips. "You like Mum's mash right? I'll get the recipe for that and we can make it together."

Daphne smiled broadly. "Lovely idea. Yes, let us do that. Oh and those sausages your mother enjoys."

"Yeah! Bangers and mash and gravy. That's really good. Let me Floo her now and we can get the stuff and try it."

They sat at the table later, tucking into the dinner. "This is really good," Tracy said with a full mouth.

"I am quite proud of our achievement," Daphne said. "And we still have time to improve the flavor of the gravy."

Tracy nodded. "This was a lot of fun. Never thought we'd enjoy cooking together."

"Neither did I." Daphne smiled. "Harry's influence, I am sure."

"Yup and I'm not complaining," Tracy grinned.

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Alicia looked smugly down at the pan. "This will show them," she said. "Thank you so much Danielle."

Danielle smiled. "You're welcome! I'm glad you like our family cooking so much."

"I always have," Alicia said softly. "Ever since I was little."

Danielle hugged her. "I know dear. I know your mother never cooked a day in her life."

"Mimsy is a very good cook," Alicia said, wiping her eyes. "But your food always tasted nice and homey."

"I'm glad you thought that," Danielle said warmly. "And I've loved teaching you how to cook. You know Oliver can only make hot chocolate and his brothers are just as bad. It's nice doing this with you."

"I will invite you over next I cook with Harry," Alicia said. "Baby bird is an excellent cook and he likes to cook with others."

"Looking forward to it. The noodle and fish recipe you gave me is delicious."

"I like how versatile this one is," Alicia said, tasting the gravy.

"We call it 'everything gravy'. You can literally pour it over everything and it's good. Many times I had it on the hob because the others would complain if there weren't any. Once, Oliver poured it into his hot chocolate."

"He is so disgusting," Alicia sighed.

Danielle laughed. "You married him, dear."

"I did." Alicia blushed. "I can overlook a few foibles here and there."

"Thank goodness for that," Danielle said with sincere relief and she and Alicia laughed brightly.

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"You look really happy. Doesn't she bun?" George said, smiling and holding Hailey.

"Mummy looks very happy," Hailey agreed.

"Oh that's because I am. I got them this time," Angelina said with the smile she normally wore when she played Quidditch. It was competitive and confident with more than a hint of teeth. "My Mum makes gravy with authority and your mum has an excellent one too. So, I made a new Angelina creation." She looked at the bowl of gravy with satisfaction. "This is going to knock them out."

George cast a temporary Sound Blocking Charm around Hailey. "You're so sexy when you're confident, you know that?"

"Yes I do," Angelina grinned and winked at him before canceling the charm. "Wanna taste it bunny?"

"Yes!" Hailey opened her mouth wide and eagerly tasted the gravy. "It's hot!"

"Oh right, might be a little too spicy for you, bunny. I'm sorry." Angelina apologetically gave her daughter a piece of bread to chew on while George laughed.

"I think it's good but it's hot," Hailey said through a mouthful of bread.

"I'll make it again with less peppers for you," Angelina said, taking Hailey in her arms and kissing her.

George fanned his mouth. "Whoo! Yeah that's got some spice to it but it's delicious. I bet this would be great on some potatoes and pork chops."

"That's what it's for! One of the best thing Mum made for us. We had it like once a week growing up. It was a lot thinner though and Molly's gravy thickens it up nicely."

"I think you got a good shot then," George said.

"I don't care if I win, as long as I don't lose to Alicia or Katie," Angelina laughed. "And don't tell them that bunny," she said to her daughter.

"You tell me I shouldn't think about beating Dahlia or Hadley in things," Hailey frowned.

"Yes, you shouldn't. For me and the mums, it's different."

"Why?"

"You'll understand when you're older."

"Do they care about beating you?"

"AliMum does. KatiMum only sometimes."

"Adults are weird," Hailey huffed.

"You have no idea, bun," George laughed.

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"How are you more nervous about this one than you were the last one?" Jean asked, not bothering to hide her smile.

"Because the last one was more being irritated about why I couldn't follow Harry's recipe," Hermione grumbled. "This time, it's actually based on my ability and merit."

"It's a friendly competition about gravy, dear," Jean said, patting Hermione's hand

"There's nothing friendly about it. Alicia will never let anyone live it down if she wins. Same with Daphne."

Jean chuckled. "As all good friends do. Still, I think you'll have a good showing with this. I told you it's worth all the extra effort."

Hermione nodded. "It takes longer roasting the beef and the veg but you're right, it makes a very delicious gravy." She noticed Jean's look. "What?"

"I never thought I'd see the day where you would be so invested in cooking. You always were a bit of a mess in the kitchen. I never begrudged it, we all have different interests. Just surprises me and makes me happy."

Hermione blushed. "I never took your cooking for granted," she mumbled.

"Never said you did. It's fun doing this with you. We've never lacked for quality time but this is a lot of fun to do too."

Hermione hugged her. "It is fun," Hermione agreed.

"Now I know how to get your interest, foster some sort of competition out of it," Jean teased.

"Mother," Hermione sighed as her mother snickered.

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"Ok flower, tell me what you think," Katie said as she fed Dahlia a spoonful of gravy.

Dahlia smacked her lips, looking thoughtful. "It's good," she said at last.

"That's all you have to say?" Lyla looked at her niece with a raised eyebrow.

"She doesn't need to say anymore," Katie sighed, "because I know what she'll add to it."

"It's not as good as Daddy's," Dahlia said firmly and Katie mouthed the words in tandem.

Lyla giggles turned into full laughter at seeing Katie's wounded expression. "Don't compare your daddy to your mummy," Lyla said instead. "It's like comparing a toy broom to a racing broom."

"I better be the racing broom," Katie said severely.

"In terms of cooking? You know better than that," Lyla said. She squealed when Katie threw a wad of paper towel at her.

"Some things never change," Samantha smiled as she deflected the missile with a flick of her wand. "Dally, come hug your poor grandmother."

Dahlia scrambled out of Lyla's lap and jumped into Samantha's arms.

"That's better," Samantha said, hugging her close and holding her. "Is your mummy and auntie being naughty?"

"Auntie called Mummy a broom and she said I shouldn't compare Mummy to Daddy," Dahlia reported.

Samantha chuckled and tasted the gravy in the pan. "Words to remember my dear. Mmm, this is good Katie. Nice and smooth, very rich."

"Thanks Mum, I'm glad someone thinks I can cook," Katie sighed.

"Harry likes your cooking," Samantha soothed. "And Dally likes it too. Right?"

"I do!" Dahlia insisted. "Just some things Daddy makes better."

"Well that's fair," Samantha said. "Everyone has things they do better than others. Besides, gravy is more about what it's on." She took a piece of chicken and dipped it into the gravy and fed it to Dahlia. "See? The gravy enhances the chicken. That's because Mummy used the drippings from roasting the chicken and the veg too. You don't drink gravy on its own."

"I do," Dahlia said, licking her lips.

"You do not," Lyla said. "Please tell me you don't actually drink gravy."

"She drinks it if she can," Katie said, shaking her head. "I've caught her polishing it off when we finish eating."

"Dally! Don't drink gravy!" Lyla exclaimed.

"But the gravy Daddy makes is really tasty!" Dahlia protested.

"Okay," Samantha laughed. "You shouldn't drink gravy. It's bad for you."

"Daddy said as long as I balance my food and get plenty of exercise, it's okay," Dahlia said and crossed her arms with a stubbornness only children had. "That's why I run with Hedwig and Bailey."

"You run with Hedwig?" Lyla asked.

"She does. Either she chases Hedwig or Hedwig chases her, it's really adorable and they get a lot of exercise out of it," Katie smiled.

"Who's adorable?" Thomas walked into the kitchen.

"Hedwig," Dahlia said, holding her arms open as Thomas took her from Samantha.

"And you," Thomas said, kissing her. "What was all the shouting from earlier?"

"Dally drinks gravy!" Lyla said loudly.

"Nothing wrong with that, I've done that if it's good," Thomas said seriously. He dipped a ladleful of the gravy in the pan and slowly sipped it. "Mmm, that's really good!"

Lyla shook her head, trying to ignore Dahlia's smug look. "Dad, don't teach her disgusting things," she sighed.

"Gravy is just really thick soup," Thomas said.

"It is not, it's a condiment!" Lyla said.

"Which one can argue that condiment is just an exceptionally thick and concentrated soup," Thomas replied.

"Oh no, we're not getting into one of your terrible debates," Samantha said as she took Dahlia back. "Let's go Dally, before Grandpa teaches you silly things."

"But he drinks gravy too!"

"And he really shouldn't and he knows that," Samantha said.

"Sorry Mum," Katie said weakly as Lyla and Thomas' argument grew in volume.

"Don't be, I love moments like this," Samantha said warmly. "Especially when they're this absurd."

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They all met at the Potter home for the competition, each of the participants ready with large platters and sealed containers. The Grangers and the Bells came along for the fun and everyone gathered around the large table set up in the garden.

"I made a sausage gravy with American biscuits," Luna said proudly, unveiling her dish. Her biscuits were a little flatter and round, but were golden brown and the gravy was creamy white with crumbled sausage and fleck of black pepper peering through. "The biscuits aren't as flaky as Harry's, but I think they came out well and I like the taste very much of the sausage gravy."

"Oh that is slightly similar to what we made." Daphne revealed a big bowl of fluffy mashed potatoes and whole crisp sausages and a bowl of light brown gravy swimming with green flecks. "We made bangers and mash and an herb gravy."

"This is a family recipe," Hermione said proudly. "Roast beef with gravy made from the drippings and some veg." The beef was roasted with a light pink center and the gravy was dark brown and glossy.

"This is 'everything gravy'," Alicia said, revealing an incredibly smooth brown gravy accompanied by grilled chicken. "Oliver's mother taught it to me. It's quite good on lots of things."

"I combined a Johnson and Weasley recipe and made this," Angelina said and she whipped off the covering with a flourish. Her gravy was dark brown and looked lusciously thick next to pork chops and roasted potatoes. "It's got some spice to it so beware!"

"Bell family recipe here," Katie said and showed a very creamy light brown gravy with bits of golden oil shot through it. "I loved this stuff growing up when we did chicken roasts."

"Wow, everyone did an incredible job," Harry said admiringly. "Let's dig in!"

Everyone started eating, all trying the different dishes and gravies together and alongside the others. Lots of happy chatter filled the air as they all ate hungrily.

"Really good sausage gravy," David said to a proud Luna. "I've visited the States before and the first time I heard someone mention gravy on biscuits, I was really concerned. But once I realized that their biscuits weren't our biscuits, I felt much better. This is a lot like the gravies I had over there. Good job!"

"Can I steal this?" Samantha asked Angelina. "I love this. It's so spicy and really flavorful. It doesn't taste heavy at all."

"Ollie's mum wasn't wrong," George said. "This gravy is really good on just about everything. I wouldn't have believed it but it is."

Daphne hummed as she chewed the beef. "This is very nice," she said to Hermione. "Our House Elves made something similar to this but yours feels nicer on the palate and it's quite good with the beef."

"This is really good gravy for bangers and mash," Harry said, chewing. "All the herb cuts through the fat and the oil really nicely and it perks up the potatoes. I like it a lot." He grinned when Daphne and Tracy high-fived.

Dahlia tugged on her mother's hand. "I like yours," she said and made eye contact with Lyla and drank a spoonful defiantly.

"Finally!" Katie exclaimed and hugged her. "Drink all you want flower. But at least eat some chicken with it and some veg."

After a while the plates and bowls were clean and Dahlia was not the only one to finish off the gravy though only she and the other two girls liberally drank it, much to their parents' chagrin and Lyla's regret.

"How are you going to pick a winner?" Jean asked. "Everything was so good."

"Oh, right, this was a competition," Alicia said, sounding faintly surprised.

They all looked at each other.

"I think we can say we all won," Luna said comfortably.

"I'll take it," Angelina said. "I honestly can't say one was better than the others 'cause they were all for different things. And I was thinking mine would knock out all of yours but guess not."

"We can swap recipes so we can all make it when we wish," Hermione said.

"I would like that." Daphne rubbed her stomach. "Though, not for a while. I have had a lot of gravy this week."

After cleaning up together, everyone sat around in the garden, nibbling on sweets and enjoying the cooling evening air. Harry watched fondly as Hedwig and Bailey chased Dahlia, Hadley, and Hailey around the garden, barking and hooting mingling pleasantly with giggling and squealing.

"We should do this more often," Katie said, pushing him into a chair and sitting on his lap. "This was a lot of fun."

"It really was," Harry agreed.

Katie looked at him carefully. "Did you plan this? When you suggested gravy? Knowing that this would happen."

"I dropped out of Divination, remember?" Harry said and he laughed when she pinched him. "No, I didn't know this would happen but imagined it might."

Katie smiled and shook her head. "Very sneaky of you."

He pulled her close. "Don't know what you mean. I did love your gravy a lot. It was delicious."

"Thanks. Even Dally said it's good. She said yours is still better when I was testing it this week though."

"She's terribly biased," he chuckled.

"And you're not?" Katie asked with a smoldering smile.

"Never said I wasn't," he replied and kissed her sweetly.

"You're so cheesy," she chuckled against his lips. "Oh, Lyla's mad at you for letting Dally drink gravy."

"I don't let her," he said weakly. "She just does it despite my best efforts to prevent it. Oh, is that where the argument started by the way?"

"Which?"

"If gravy is a soup or not."

Katie groaned. "Dad started that. How'd you hear of it?"

"Dora and Ted and Sirius were arguing about it the other day."

"Dad, did you ask Uncle Ted if gravy is a soup?" Katie called to her father.

"Yes," Thomas said without shame. "He's a solicitor and I needed a legal definition."

"That is absurd, gravy is not a soup," Daphne said. "No one drinks gravy." She watched the three little girls run by. "No one usually drinks gravy," she amended.

"Gravy can be a soup if it wishes to be," Luna said.

"Gravy does not wish to be anything," Daphne replied.

"Well hold on," Tracy mused. "Soup is the liquid covering things and gravy covers things, so-"

"Finish that thought and you will be sleeping on the couch," Daphne said severely.

"Gravy is too thick to be a soup," Hermione said.

"Depends on the gravy," David said. "I've had watery gravy before. I mean, stew is a thick soup, right?"

"Oh no, not you too," Hermione groaned. "Gravy is more of a sauce than a soup."

"Oh is that why when some people say things, they are saucing their words? Coating them to make them appear otherwise?" Luna asked saucily.

"No, not this again, make it stop," Alicia groaned, clutching her head.

Harry started laughing and one by one, everyone joined in.

"Why are we laughing?" Hadley asked once everyone stopped. The girls had joined in without knowing why.

"The adults are being silly," Harry said as he hugged her.

"Oh like Grandpa but he drinks gravy too so it's okay," Dahlia said seriously.

"Yeah! Maybe the people that don't drink it are the silly ones," Thomas said dramatically, poking Lyla. He yelped when she kicked his leg. "Help! I'm being attacked!"

Dahlia jumped on Lyla and was swiftly joined by her compatriots making the garden dissolve into light-hearted levity.

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guest - Thank you. It's been a lot of fun writing for Extended because I can do fillers that are silly and I don't have to worry about fitting them into the story sequentially. Glad you continue to enjoy it.

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