Enteinne's eyes flickered over the signs as he entered and gave a small grunt at the request. He found the fridge no problem... kind of hard to miss and all, and opened to begin looking for the butter. Corey had been correct about where the butter was, and Enteinne wondered if Corey had his kitchen memorized they way Ennie had his. Probably not for the same reasons though.
He returned to Corey with a couple wrapped sticks and put them on a clean part of the counter. "I like 'em mashed," he said, nodding at potatoes, "Wit' mo-lass-us and an a thumbful o' burbon. How you cook dem?"
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