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EngSlov: A Bone to Pick
"Ah, welcome," Arthur said after opening the door. "Please, come in. Sorry about the mess."
Samual came inside, his eyes immediately looking for the 'mess' that Arthur spoke of, but found none.
"I think you and I have different opinions when it comes to messes," Samual said, before he inhaled. "Something smells good."
Early on in their relationship, Samual found out that Arthur didn't have much of a talent for cooking. He could cook simple meals, and then it was just a matter of making the simple meal taste better. He also knew that Arthur was attending a cooking class, to mixed results.
"I'm glad you think so," Arthur said, beaming. "We're eating beef stew."
And with that, Samual's smile fell. Arthur immediately noticed and frowned in concern.
"Don't you like beef stew?" he asked, before his eyes widened. "Of course, I should have checked with you beforehand. How foolish of me."
"It's fine," Samual said. "I don't hate beef stew. I just don't like eating it."
"I don't follow."
"The bones. I have a problem with the bones."
"Oh, well… Don't worry about it. I made sure to remove all of the bones."
"That's what I usually hear, but if you missed even one, chances are, I'm going to find it."
"Don't be so pessimistic. I assure you, it won't happen."
About twenty minutes later, Arthur proved to be incorrect. Samual carefully examined each piece, and before Arthur could even comment on it being unnecessary, Samual found a bone. And another, and another. Arthur started examining his own stew as well, but couldn't find any. Most of the bones that Samual found were small, though one of them was large enough that Arthur had to ask how he missed it.
"It's not your fault," Samual said. "It just always happens with me."
Arthur could understand why Samual wasn't too fond of stews.
I'm not too fond of eating stews, mainly because I will find the bones that managed to escape the purge. Well, 9/10 times, if there's still a bone in there, I'm going to find it. The other day, my dad tried to point out that he gets bones too, only for me to respond by showing him one of the bigger bones I found in my bowl. He then told my mom that she should let me remove the bones, and all I'll need to do is hold my hand over the pot and the bones would all fly up, because I'm a bone magnet. I'm also most likely to get a sausage with a small piece of bone. My teeth are not happy.