[Several hours later, there's a soft knock on Cesar's door, and Lazarus is standing outside, looking serious, but not like there's anything direly wrong physically or otherwise. He holds a paper casserole dish with tinfoil over it in the crook of his arm; it is, very obviously, frozen food that he baked.]
It's vegetable lasagna. I was afraid I'd burn it so it might be a little undercooked, but the cheese is melted.
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It's vegetable lasagna. I was afraid I'd burn it so it might be a little undercooked, but the cheese is melted.