Do you think it's nice to be invited into a home and then be totally ignored by most people? To hide away in a room and have someone outside totally obviously stalling for you and trying to distract?

Maybe I've pegged it wrong, but I do believe that we do have tables in our house which you CAN eat at. They may not be the cleanest of tables...but they're still tables. It's...I don't know, slightly polite?

I dunno. The girly shoes at the front door, they aren't mine.

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William cooked Mi Goreng for dinner! ALL RIGHT! mm msatay