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"I think it is up to us to make dinner for everyone tonight," I said, realizing how late it was in the afternoon. "My Dad still can't cook, can he?" Alaric chortled. "Grandpa has many talents, but cooking is still not one of them," I giggled. "Do you make meals for your family often?" Alaric asked. "We take turns. I can cook and know my way around a kitchen," I said with a smile. "I enjoyed cooking too," Alaric said softly. "The secret ingredient is always love," we both said at the same time. "What was your favorite meal to cook? Maybe Grandma has the ingredients for it," I said. "Chicken and waffles," Alaric answered right away. I smiled because I was sure the ingredients needed for that were readily available. "Okay, and what would you make for dessert?" I inquired. "Apple d