Closed Log; Jim and Edward
Who: Jim Profit and Edward Nygma
What: A nice relaxing mea--NO! NO! NO! GET OUT OF MY SECRET ROOM!
Where: Jim's Cabin. And secret room.
When: Wednesday!
Warnings: UNHAPPINESS. I'll update as needed.
Jim dropped a handful of parsley leaves into the hollow of the mezzo lune, before rocking the blade across them. He didn't tend to cook this elaborately, as a general rule, but inviting Edward Nygma over for dinner was apparently an undertaking not to be trifled with. He had two frozen lobsters thawing in the fridge, his last bottle of red wine airing on the counter just behind him.
What time had he asked Edward to come over? Jim moved a pan of water onto the hob in his kitchen, mentally timing how long the meal would take. Worst case scenario, he might have to leave Edward to entertain himself for a few minutes, unless he could coax the detective into helping him cook.
What: A nice relaxing mea--NO! NO! NO! GET OUT OF MY SECRET ROOM!
Where: Jim's Cabin. And secret room.
When: Wednesday!
Warnings: UNHAPPINESS. I'll update as needed.
Jim dropped a handful of parsley leaves into the hollow of the mezzo lune, before rocking the blade across them. He didn't tend to cook this elaborately, as a general rule, but inviting Edward Nygma over for dinner was apparently an undertaking not to be trifled with. He had two frozen lobsters thawing in the fridge, his last bottle of red wine airing on the counter just behind him.
What time had he asked Edward to come over? Jim moved a pan of water onto the hob in his kitchen, mentally timing how long the meal would take. Worst case scenario, he might have to leave Edward to entertain himself for a few minutes, unless he could coax the detective into helping him cook.