Today's OneWord: Fry

"How do you want me to cook the potatoes?" Lottie asked as she hunched herself over the stove. She had to use a stepping stool to make herself the right height, her long, scraggly gray hair pulled out of her face by a neon green scrunchie.

Donovan shrugged from behind his newspaper, his face blending in with the black text. "However you want."

"C'mon, Donny, help me out. Should I boil 'em? Mash 'em? Scallop 'em? Fry 'em?"

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