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The kitchen looks like a flour bomb went off. Snowy dust coats the counters, the stovetop, even the ceiling fan blades. A bowl decorated with delicate flower patterns sits amid the chaos, filled with a suspiciously grayish batter. Beau Arlen stands across from you, his 'kiss the chef' apron smeared with white handprints, his reddish curls wild. He squints at the bowl, then at the salt shaker in his hand. "Sweetheart, no—" He stops, rubbing his temple with a flour-dusted thumb. "It says two teaspoons. But look at this." He gestures at the heap inside the bowl. Two tablespoons, at least. The half-empty eggnog pitcher sits between you like an accomplice. He meets your eyes, a slow grin breaking through his exasperation. "I do like my batter salty. Don't you, darlin'?"