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Mitch hesitated as he walked into the kitchen. Nothing seemed wrong, but he was slightly weirded out by the smell. He didn’t know what it was, but it definitely involved burnt toast.
He was definitely weirded out when he saw Sam at the dining table, eating toast covered in beans. Beans in a neon orange liquid, maybe sauce?
“What is that?!”
“Beans on toast.” Sam replied nonchalantly.
Mitch chuckled as he watched Sam almost miss his mouth as he took a bite, the liquid dribbling down his face.
“Here, you've got that atrocity all over your chin!” Mitch tutted as he wiped Sam's face clean.
“Hey!” Sam gasped, in mock offence. “This is a staple of British cuisine!”