"I actually get nauseated at just the thought of eating gravy, but now you've made me curious, so if you ever have it, let me know. I want to come and smell it," Malcolm tells him in all seriousness.
"I'm glad I could do such good works for the advancement of gravy in the general opinion," he says, smile still pulled. "I'll give you a ring. Gotta have it fresh though. Reheats well enough but it's better fresh. Pork is hard to get my hands on though and we'll bug Gonou for some biscuits. He's found a fantastic recipe and the last batch he brought me? Mm," he grunts in that way men do when they're openly daydreaming about Grandma's Sunday meal.
"We'll find somethin' that you can pick at, just in case."
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"We'll find somethin' that you can pick at, just in case."