The Coven, Monday
So Kennedy had actually been bored enough that, when the chef made the bold and conciliatory move of offering to let her try her hand at cooking something today (it was a batch of hash browns, nothing difficult), she took the offer.
Forty-five minutes later, she had a burned finger and was back out front, having decided that cooking sucked and she'd have to be pissed if the burn messed up her grip on a stake.
You know, on that ever so imminent chance that she'd have to use one.
Forty-five minutes later, she had a burned finger and was back out front, having decided that cooking sucked and she'd have to be pissed if the burn messed up her grip on a stake.
You know, on that ever so imminent chance that she'd have to use one.