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WHO: Jan and Pete
WHERE: Jan's apartment
WHEN: Sunday evening
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Jan comes back from LA, tries to cook something, fails. Pete will probably eat it, anyway.
FORMAT: Para?
Jan really hated to cook. She could make cures for ten thousand different diseases using chicken DNA but she couldn't figure out how to make a pot roast that couldn't burn. Why she decided to try cooking now, after an extremely stressful trip, made no sense even to her. Maybe she was trying to take her mind off of everything. Maybe she just wanted to make it up to Pete for being so caught up in her work.
Whatever the reason, it was a bad one, because somehow, the roast caught on fire.
"Shiiiiit," she groaned with a cough after throwing a wet towel over the grease fire. Maybe she could peel off the burnt layer before Pete got here...
Or maybe they could order in Chinese.
WHERE: Jan's apartment
WHEN: Sunday evening
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Jan comes back from LA, tries to cook something, fails. Pete will probably eat it, anyway.
FORMAT: Para?
Jan really hated to cook. She could make cures for ten thousand different diseases using chicken DNA but she couldn't figure out how to make a pot roast that couldn't burn. Why she decided to try cooking now, after an extremely stressful trip, made no sense even to her. Maybe she was trying to take her mind off of everything. Maybe she just wanted to make it up to Pete for being so caught up in her work.
Whatever the reason, it was a bad one, because somehow, the roast caught on fire.
"Shiiiiit," she groaned with a cough after throwing a wet towel over the grease fire. Maybe she could peel off the burnt layer before Pete got here...
Or maybe they could order in Chinese.