"Oh, God, this is terrible!" Molly said. She turned away and made a face, covering the pot with its lid. "We can't eat this." She carried the offending pot to the sink.
Roger smiled and kissed her nose. "I'm sure it's not that bad."
She stopped short of pouring out the stew. "Here, you smell it."
Breezily, Roger obliged. His eyes went wide. "Um, I'm sure it would be fine with some... garlic bread, or..."
"Pizza," Molly said. "We're ordering pizza."
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