Ludwig had almost dropped his boiling pot full of potatoes when he heard Gilbert come bursting in. He had been making extra today because things were starting to go bad and though wurst and potatoes was always best after the first time it was cooked, reheating and eating it later was better than having the food go bad.

Not that having the excess food had been entirely Ludwig's fault in the first place. He had sent Glibert out shopping and about four hours into the so-called 'trip', Ludwig had gone out and done the shopping himself, suspecting his brother wouldn't have done it on his own.

That had been very embarrassing when Gilbert showed up three hours later with the groceries.

Either way, the result had been an excess of groceries that were now about to go bad so there was an excess of food being prepared.

Ludwig was watching his pot, so he didn't turn around to address Gilbert and see him and his dogs covered in mud just yet. Mostly because Ludwig didn't really feel like getting mad at Gilbert right now.

"Potatoes, wurst with sourcrout, and something with this chocolate...." Ludwig hadn't gotten to the chocolate yet, but he'd been wanting to use that cooking chocolate for a while.

Then the second statement set in. Ludwig turned around slowly.

"What do you mean 'that's good?" Ludwig asked. "And how much mud did you just track into my house!?"

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Gilbert kneel down and unleashed the dogs, letting them run over to his brother.

"Well I was out walking the dogs, like you asked and I had an awesome idea and obviously it must have been SO awesome that it left my brain and traveled through the air and into your brain!" he said, mostly avoiding the question.

Gilbert walked over to his brother, almost as excited as the dogs at their feet as he began looking over the various things that had been cooked. "What are you talking about West? I am no mud tracker. Blame them!" he said, pointing towards the dogs as he pushed his brother to the side to look over the boiling pot himself. "They wanted to play with the awesome me at the park even though they knew good and well it was rainy and muddy out!"

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Ludwig would have been much more pressing about this idea of Gilbert's if it wasn't for the fact his wonderful dogs were trying to eat the wurst he just finished cooking and getting mud all over the kitchen.

"Gilbert-!" Ludwig protested. "You could have at least hosed the mud off before letting them in!"

"Argh! Watch that pot! I need to clean-!" Cue Ludwig getting licked on the face.

"...I'll be right back." And with that Ludwig quickly led Blackie, Berlitz, and Aster out back to be rinsed off and dried. Hopefully Gilbert wouldn't make the kitchen explode in his temporary absence.

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