Definitely not the next Iron Chef

[reluctant_mama]

[A kitchen door is open, with a foul burnt scent coming out of it. Inside of it, pots and pans are piled up in a stack on the counter, all of them coated with burnt on food. Cartons of egg shells, packages that once held meat, and empty spice containers litter the table, signs of what was wasted in the attempt to make a hot cooked meal. And the

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[doyuulikeme]

[Pops up right beside you.]

What are you doing?

[reluctant_mama]

What does it look like?

[Curses again as he burns his hands, but gets the fire to go out with a lid.]

[doyuulikeme]

Like a mess... [Eyes that tower of ruined food.]

[reluctant_mama]

It's going to be lunch.

[Just... glares a little. And goes to get another pan. Time's racing away, and he doesn't have time to wash them between attempts.]

[mirroredclown]

Mama? [pointing at the pan on fire]

[reluctant_mama]

What?

[Getting a little frantic now, where the hell is a lid when he needs it?]

[mirroredclown]

[watches unhelpfully, standing on his tippy toes on a chair] Mama, what are you making?

[reluctant_mama]

Your lunch.

[Aren't you glad that you have a mama who loves you enough to cook burn food for you? Ah, he's got a lid now, and he'll put out the fire with it.]

[cursedbooks]

...You're not really good at cooking, are ya?

[reluctant_mama]

Who asked for your opinion?

[He's terrible at it. Especially when he's stressed and not focusing. And he sets the fire out after a minute, and goes to look for another pan.]

[cursedbooks]

No one, but ya should calm down before ya continue cooking whatever it was you're cooking now.

[reluctant_mama]

I am calm.

[Glares at the pile of pans. How the hell did it get to be such a mess in here?]

[fallenkeytotime]

[Somethings burning and its not coming from something she made?... Miranda had to investigate, but what she ended up seeing wasn't what she thought it would be... But wait, did he?...]

No! You can't put out a grease fire with water!

[reluctant_mama]

Oi, woman! I'm not going to put water on it!

...Where the hell is the damn lid?

[fallenkeytotime]

[Miranda finally notices it, grabs it and claps it on the pan.]

[reluctant_mama]

[And the fire finally goes out.]