Heading out for a few days, to a land where they don't know from wireless, and so here's something for you to eat while I'm gone.
If you're not interested (That so?), or aren't hungry (The hell you doing here then?) do me a favor and toss it in the fridge. I'll have it when I get back.
I made you the pasta. (You're welcome.)
And the Bolognese sauce. (Pleasure.)
Bechamel, of course. (Piece of cake.)
The laying on of the pasta sheets. (A spiritual moment, no?)
Until I ran out of room. (And sauce.)