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  Just Add Water 
 by Topaz Eyes	

 The milk carton felt suspiciously light when Wilson, already running late
that snowy winter morning, pulled it out of the fridge. He shook it,
hearing only a small splash of liquid inside. When he opened it to pour on
his cereal, only a few white drops fell out. 

House was serenely eating his full bowl of cornflakes and milk at the
table. He looked up only when Wilson smashed the milk carton in front of
him.

"You put an empty carton back in the fridge," Wilson accused.

House shrugged. "Wasn't empty. It had some milk left."

Wilson raised his eyebrows. "Oh really? There wasn't enough even for
Steve. Much less my cereal."

"Oh." House just shoveled another spoonful in his mouth.

Wilson glowered at him for a moment, then trudged to the sink. Turning on
the cold water tap, he let the water drip into his bowl.

House turned around at the sound of running water. His lips curled in
disgust. "Dude. Who puts water on their cereal? That's just gross."

"I can't eat dry cornflakes," Wilson snapped. "And it's not like you left
me a choice." He poked glumly at the bowl of brownish flakes, rapidly
congealing to a soggy mess, with his spoon.

"Sure. There's orange juice, yogurt, and beer in the fridge--"

"I am not having beer with my cornflakes!"

"--Whiskey, brandy--"

"HOUSE!"

"Then you should have got up earlier and made some macadamia nut pancakes.
Then there'd be plenty of milk left."

Wilson dropped the bowl into the sink, ignoring a glop of goo that
splattered and landed on his tie. He snatched his coat off the back of his
chair. "Fine. I am eating at the hospital," he said tightly, clearly
trying not to strangle House where he sat.

"Suit yourself. You do know that cornflakes look better in you than on
you?" House yelled at Wilson's retreating back.

The door slammed, and House stood up. Shaking his head, he limped to the
sink and retrieved the bowl. He scraped some of its contents into Steve's
food dish and set it into the rat's cage. Steve poked his head out from
his nest of newspapers. Sniffing, he approached the food dish, but turned
up his nose at the unappealing mess and scuttled away.

"Everyone's a critic," House muttered. He left the dish in the cage
anyway, went to the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of Maker's Mark, then
grabbed Wilson's bowl. Wilson was going to be pissed off at the caked
cereal in the sink that evening, but he may as well not let the rest of
the cornflakes go to waste. 

  
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