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Napoleon walked into the office he shared with Kuryakin, finding his partner there eating a rather large bowl of matzoh ball soup.
“Gee I didn’t know they started serving that at the Commissary?” He remarked.
“It seems Nurse Fein has taken a liking to me and is trying to bribe me into a date by giving me her Bubbe’s soup.” Illya finished off the last matzoh ball with relish, followed by the chicken broth.
Napoleon smiled at hearing that and sat down at his desk. “It smelled really good when I walked in here.”
“Here, there is a whole pot of it.”Illya picked it up off the floor behind his desk, and set it in front of his partner; handing him a clean spoon from his desk drawer. “Help yourself. I am actually quite full, please finish it off.”
“Well since you’re offering tovarisch.” He tasted the soup and made that yummy sound that everyone does when they eat something delicious. “So are you taking out Nurse Fein?”
“No, it would start a bad precedent,”
“Then if you don’t mind I will.I could be bribed with soup like this any day.”
“I think she will settle,” Illya smirked.