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. How many waffles can you eat?"
"Uh ... decisions! Can't you unfreeze them one at a time?"
"These are not frozen. Only minutes ago they were alive and singing; I
killed 'em and skun 'em myself. Speak up, or I'll eat all of them."
"Oh, the pity and the shame of it all!-turned down for waffles. Nothing
left but to enter a monastery. Two."
"Three. You mean 'nunnery.'"
"I know what I mean." She got up, went into the refresher, was out quickly,
wearing one of my robes. Pleasant bits of Gwen stuck out here and there. I
handed her a glass of juice;
she paused to gulp twice before she spoke. "Gurgle, gurgle. My, that's
good. Richard, when we're married, are you going to get breakfast for me every
morning?"
"That inquiry contains implied assumptions I am not willing to stipulate-"
"After I trusted you and gave all!"
"-but, without stipulation, I will concede that I would just as lief get
breakfast for two as for one. Why do you assume that I'm going to marry you?
What inducements do you offer? Are you ready for a waffle?"
"See here, mister, not all men are fussy about marrying grandmothers! I've
had offers. Yes, I'm ready for a waffle."
"Pass your plate." I grinned at her. "'Grandmother' my missing foot. Not
even if you had started your first child at menarche, then your offspring had
whelped just as promptly."
"Neither one and I am so
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