[ He stops stirring the sauce momentarily to glance over at Cisco, giving him a quick onceover. The nap seems to have been good enough — neither of them had ever really slept all that much anyway, so he wasn't too concerned one way or another. His eyes flick back over to the table, currently hosting half of Cisco's workbench, apparently. He'd been waiting for him to come in and clear it out because if he did it, the results would likely be . . . well. Messy. And mostly on the floor. Harrison nods over at it. ]
Yeah. You got a table there, Ramon?
[ Which is his way of asking him to clear it off, please and thank you.
In the meantime, Harrison pulls the bread out of the oven, then mixes the sauce in with the angel hair noodles. He pulls a noodle off the spoon and pops it in his mouth quickly — good enough. He didn't know that many recipes off the top of his head but there were a few that he'd learned to get down relatively pat over the years, and this was one of them. Satisfied, he scoops it onto two different plates, then quickly slices up the garlic bread. ]
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Yeah. You got a table there, Ramon?
[ Which is his way of asking him to clear it off, please and thank you.
In the meantime, Harrison pulls the bread out of the oven, then mixes the sauce in with the angel hair noodles. He pulls a noodle off the spoon and pops it in his mouth quickly — good enough. He didn't know that many recipes off the top of his head but there were a few that he'd learned to get down relatively pat over the years, and this was one of them. Satisfied, he scoops it onto two different plates, then quickly slices up the garlic bread. ]
I filled your refrigerator.