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An illustration for my Perfect Strangers fanfic 'He's Not Heavy, He's My Cousin'

“Balki, what’s this?” Larry held up a notebook that was covered with gold chain, sequins and Myposian kri-kri tassels.
Balki looked at it sadly. “My Myposian cookbook.”
“What’s it doing in the trash?”
“When you were in surgery I promise that if you got better I would never cook Myposian food again. So…so I won’t be needing that anymore.”
Larry gazed at the gaudily decorated book in his hands. Part of him would be glad to see it go. He always dreaded Balki’s cooking and usually avoided it like the plague. After all, organs and snout didn’t appeal to your typical American. (this from a man who eats hot dogs) But the other part of him knew how much Balki loved cooking, especially dishes from his home country. It was something that truly brought his friend joy and he knew very well that it would be terribly selfish to take that away from him.

You can read the rest here: [link]

Description
An illustration for my Perfect Strangers fanfic 'He's Not Heavy, He's My Cousin'

“Balki, what’s this?” Larry held up a notebook that was covered with gold chain, sequins and Myposian kri-kri tassels.
Balki looked at it sadly. “My Myposian cookbook.”
“What’s it doing in the trash?”
“When you were in surgery I promise that if you got better I would never cook Myposian food again. So…so I won’t be needing that anymore.”
Larry gazed at the gaudily decorated book in his hands. Part of him would be glad to see it go. He always dreaded Balki’s cooking and usually avoided it like the plague. After all, organs and snout didn’t appeal to your typical American. (this from a man who eats hot dogs) But the other part of him knew how much Balki loved cooking, especially dishes from his home country. It was something that truly brought his friend joy and he knew very well that it would be terribly selfish to take that away from him.

You can read the rest here: [link]