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"No, I need you to clean it"

His brow furrowed in confusion "What do youchicken"

She rolled her eyes "It doesn’t have feathers, but you have to wash it out"

He didn’t like the sound of that "Do I just wash it in the sink or what?"

She nodded and grabbed a cutting board, setting it on the counter beside the sink "Pull the insides out and run cold water over it"

He grabbed the chicken and set it down on the cutting board, grabbing a knife and slicing open the packaging Grabbing one of its legs, Car faced hi at Haven She was busy cracking raw eggs into a bowl of torn bread to

"I’ an eyebrow at her when she nodded He took a deep breath and thrust his hand inside, cringing at the feel of the cold poultry against his skin He carabbed it "What is this, anyway?"

"It’s the giblets," she said, shrugging "Neck, liver, gizzard, heart"

Car a step back in disgust "What the fuck? Why is that in there, Haven? Who wants a chicken heart?"

Haven grabbed the package and tossed it in the trash "People ravy and stuff with them or just eat them whole"

"People eat the chicken’s heart?" he asked, repulsed "Please tell me you’ve never fed"No, I haven’t I wouldn’t be surprised if sorabbed the chicken and set it in the sink "Can you wash it out, please?"

"Sure thing"

He turned on the water and atte up after athe spray hose He pressed the trigger, water firing out of it like a gun, and hosed the chicken down "Is that it?"

Haven wasn’t paying attention to hi to her fingers

"Haven"

"What?"

He pointed the hose at her when she looked his way, on a whiasped as a blast of water shot her neck, instinctively flicking her hands as she tried to shield herself Raw stuffing flew in his direction, a clu him in the face

"You bi--" He cut hi to shoot her again instead of finishing

Chaos erupted as she dodged toward hi to pry the hose fro, as water frole past hi the water off as laughter erupted from her chest "I can’t believe you I’m soaked!"

"You started it" He wrapped his arnored me"

"I didn’t hear you"

"Sarabbed the bowl of stuffing and pushed it toward him "Can you handle the rest?"

He considered her question "As long as it doesn’t involve any fucking voodoo shit with chicken hearts"

She laughed "Forget about it"

"No, tell ans"

"Or water," she etables?"

"Yeah, I can do that" He smirked He could work a knife, at least

Haven pulled out soave Carmine instructions, but all he heard was that he needed to cut theetables--how hard could it be?

Haven shoved her etables in the pan with it He chopped the celery and carrots with no problem but the potatoes were trickier because she didn’t tell him to peel the

Carot to the onion and eyed it suspiciously Haven looked at him as he removed the skin, but she stopped him before he could cut into it

"Do you want me to do that?" she asked He shook his head and she reached past hi board "Vinegar messes with the chemical process so it doesn’t burn as much"

He raised his eyebrows curiously "Jeopardy?"

"Just a trick I picked up along the way Open flaet you a candle"