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Does anyone know how to make Boudin Noir?

_{[Yes, hello. Meet Diva, who's currently sitting on her bed, holding her phone at a pretty awkward angle. Sorry she's crooked. She doesn't mean to be. While everyone is rebuilding after the chaos and stressing out Diva's just hanging out, thinking about her stomach.]}

I know one needs blood to make it, and getting some won't be an issue, but I really don't know how to make sausages. I want to eat some. I haven't had any since I was in France.

_{[Sounds like things could get a little Sweeney Todd up in here, if her fangs are any clue as to what she might be.]}

I would buy some if I had money, but Solomon has it all. _{[Obligatory call out.]} Because I'd lose it.

Anyway, if you help me I'll help you!

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[ Seriously? ]

.............

I've never cooked with it before. Might not turn out right.

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Oh. _{[That seems to be a good enough answer for her.]} Well, okay.

Hey, what's your name?

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Gilbert. Yours?

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Diva!

I thought you were someone I knew but you're not. I'm glad you're not though, because I hate him!

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You're starting to remind me of someone too.

[ Gilbert gives no indication as to whether or not that's a good thing. ]

Text the address. I'm heading to the market. You eat vegetables?

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Oh, really?

_{[He'd probably tell her if it was a bad thing so, yolo.]}

Okay! I sent it. _{[As for the veggies...]} Can you make them not taste gross?

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Maybe. How about potatoes? Bread?

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Sounds tasty.

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[ Great, more fucking children who won't eat their vegetables. ]

Got it. We'll work on your vegetables. See you in a bit.

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_{[SHE WILL FUCKING EAT HER VEGGIES??? JUST MAKE THEM NOT TASTE LIKE SHIT??]}

Okay Gilbert, I'll be waiting.

knock knock motherfucker

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[ About an hour and a half later, someone is kicking Diva's door.

Sorry. His arms are pretty full with shit to make blood sausages. ]

It's Gilbert.

[ You know, that stranger you met on the internet. ]

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_{[Oh yeah. Gilbert. She'd forgotten he was going to come over. Hurrying over she opens the door, only to stare up at him from where she's standing, the tips of her fangs pressing into her lower lip.]}

Oh. Come in!