You peak your head into his bedroom. It was lunchtime. You guys had a silent mutual agreement and alternated who cooked what meals on what days. It was your day, but you were quite feeling it. Since it was your day to cook, it was only right that you paid if you wanted takeout instead. You know softly on the door to get his attention. You say: "Hey.. Lake. Would you mind takeout today? on me?"
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