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I have never written fanfiction before, and this is my very first one. I'm not really sure that I like it all that much, but I wanted to post it to see what you guys thought. I am completely open to critisism, so please, be honest! I won't get my feelings hurt. It is based on a Fredo/Olive pairing, where Olive and Fredo have been married for a few years. Here goes: -*-Fredo the Sailor Man -*- The sweet aroma of a gingerbread-scented candle filled the cozy little apartment that Alfredo Alderissio and Olive Snook now shared. Alfredo had been engrossed in Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night” when a squeaky voice broke his concentration. “Fredo honey, could you come set the table? I’m a bit busy…” “Coming,” he called as he dog-earred his page. His eyes wandered over to a hook right outside the kitchen door. Olive’s apron was missing. That could mean only one thing: she was trying out yet another one of her…creative…recipes. Recently Olive had gotten into a health-food frenzy, and Alfredo had tasted everything from tofu french fries to a broccoli, brussels sprouts, and quail egg smoothie. “Sweetie, you’re just going to love dinner tonight!” Olive clapped her hands excitedly. “What are you making?” asked Fredo, wary of the answer. “Hamburgers.” Fredo was relieved. “Really? Because I thought you were going to-“ “Spinach hamburgers!” His stomach dropped. “Sounds….delicious…” He forced a smile. Olive picked up on Fredo’s disappointment. “You hate the idea, don’t you?” “No, no,” backpedaled a guilty Fredo. “I haven’t even tasted them yet. Are they done?” “Yes,” chimed Olive, her enthusiasm restored. “Here you are.” She put a greenish-looking burger on the plate in front of him. “Here goes nothing.” Alfredo took a big bite, and got a mouthful of the absolute worst thing he had ever tasted in his life. He made a vain attempt not to contort his face, and swallowed dramatically. It took a while to go down; the slimy thing stuck in his throat for a few seconds. “It….it definitely has a unique flavor…” His eyebrows pinched together. He didn’t want to hurt Olive’s feelings, but he didn’t want to lie to her either, so he only made positive but true comments. “And, hey, spinach is great for you! It helps your eyesight, you know.” Despite her husband’s positive remarks, it was obvious to Olive that he hated the recipe. “You don’t have to lie to me,” Her eyes filled with tears. “If you didn’t like it, you just should have said something. Instead, you stand here and promote the health benefits of spinach like Popeye the Sailor Man!” Fredo put his arms around Olive. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes. She looked so vulnerable, so fragile. He kissed her on the forehead, and stroked her hair. They stood like this for several minutes, until Fredo decided to break the silence. “I wouldn’t mind being Popeye,” he whispered, “if it meant standing here forever with my Olive Oil.”