Alg moved to the fridge, giving it a wrench because it truly did stick and made a familiar creaking sound as it opened and shut. Brews from Borr's made it to the table, something special for them, which meant not everything was truly an illusion. Chilled glasses set down next.
Alg put on some plaid, aged looking oven mitts and in moments was setting down Yorkshire puddings, gravy, potatoes, greens and a small beef wellington - enough for two.
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