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Still confounded by her culinary antics, Trevor took a moment before he shrugged, downing almost his whole glass. "Maybe. If I wanted something even more disgustin' I guess." The frozen block of chocolate slipped around the pan and his eyes followed it. "Chocolate doesn't go with bacon," he explained firmly, fetching a carton of eggs for her anyway, "Why not just fry the bacon and then melt chocolate on it. Or dip it in chocolate then. S'not gonna get crispy when it's all covered in the stuff."