i don't want a ring on hermon's neck, never a ring on hermon's finger. i love you. need a slave, a life partner, i can not reassure you. i deftly iron my own clothes and clean my shoes. and most importantly, i'm a great cook. you know how to cook, right? ballet, what's going on? everything is fine, nothing gilbert, the bird flew into the room, but has already flown away. if you know how to cook, tell me the recipe for strudel. for a good strudel you need to warm up three large red apples, cut into even 50 g butter is better than softened, add freshly squeezed juice of one orange, a teaspoon of fresh and liquid honey, in sugar syrup. and sugar is a million cane. on low heat for 15 minutes, no more. like you want a puff pastry recipe, don't move. i'm fine now, we'll go. you've changed your mind, i can't deprive the girls of their first trip to paris. god heard us. hallelujah to help you get ready. no. no, this is superfluous, keep in mind the competition will be held quickly, then we walk around the city. what time is check out tomorrow at 7:45? have you heard the wor