Song in the Dark: Day 1
We're having pasta with chicken for dinner. i'll get started on it here in a bit, but go put your stuff away while we wait for your father to get home."
Resolutions - Part 2 - February
When he was walking back to the table someone stood up and pushed the plate of pasta from arvin's hands onto my chest and lap." "were you wearing something similar to that suit?" the wolf asked.
An Invincible Summer Ch. 9 - Dance Me To The End Of Love Pt. 2
Sarah asked and watched him put some pasta on out of the corner of her eye. his delicate maneuvers made the whole thing seem insanely easy.
Grace's Tail: A Furry Journey- Part 3
"here we go," said max, putting down two plates of pasta "some fettuccine alfredo." "thanks." grace told him. for a few minutes, they just sat and ate the meal that max had made.
End of My World 2
I sat down and ate the creamy pasta dish, enjoying every single bite. as i ate a bright reflection bounced off my special little fork and danced over the bright crimson red enamel on our coffee machine. something in my mind fell into place.
One Fun Evening
"then it's settled, wait, i know we should go to vince's pasta & pizza before," he said sounding like a puppy planning his birthday, his head in the clouds, contemplated the, in his convictions, date.
Discharging Ballast (TTW pt. 7)
The house smelled of his mother's delicious pasta sauce. he had fond memories of his mother's cooking and relished in them as he thumped the door closed with his foot. years of wonderful memories of the loveliest kind.
Break A Leg Chapter Two
They both arrived at the grocery store about five minutes apart but then they both headed right for the dried pasta isle, and right for the hamburger helper.
Ember Tails, ch3 (pt.4)
"actually, aside from a few quick comments, no," the golden vulpix answered as she served herself some pasta, "we got into homework pretty quickly." "well, kinda," zane qualified.
Undertow: Prologue -- Chapter 2 - Give me time
"it just feels weird to me, that's all," he muttered before taking a few bites of his pasta. i started eating my own food, beginning to regret bringing it up. it did confirm what i'd feared before, though.
Ragnarok - XXV
None laughed, and she embarrassed, shrugged and said it was a joke, and in her heart she itched to throw the brick- -a man lay sleeping, sheets tangled around his feet like pasta on a fork.
Clarity - Chapter 1: Bones Long Buried
Leftover pasta salad from yesterday. spiral noodles, olives, tomato, thin-sliced zucchini, and parmesan, all mixed with a tangy vinaigrette from the store. ...hm. it somehow tastes better today. an oddity with this dish, i suppose.