It was recently pointed out to Castiel that he could have his cake and eat it too (if you’ll pardon the phrasing) by turning his enjoyment of making things to the culinary arts. All the pleasure of creating something, followed by easy disposal. To this end, Castiel had a somewhat one sided conversation with Bar regarding experimenting in the Milliways kitchens.
Bar (not being a fool) had had other ideas. Best to start a total novice out slowly.
Castiel had examined the pink and white plastic box (dubbed
“Easy Bake Oven”) doubtfully. But had followed the instructions, and settled down, his nose about three inches from the oven door, to await the results.
Perhaps it was a faulty mechanism. Perhaps the oven simply cannot withstand an angel’s stare. Perhaps it’s a combination of both that causes smoke to begin to curl out of the oven’s insides.
Shortly followed by flames.
The smell of carbonizing brownies and melting plastic fill the air as Castiel stares at the burning toy with a combination of confusion and reproach.
“This is not an efficient means of preparing food.”