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Sam was still opening boxes of cookware. The apartment was fairly new and cookware wasn't something Sam had needed. He had a pot for spagetti-o's and he could get take out for everything else. Claire was behind him, rinsing out the pyrex bowls he'd just unboxed. He had made a sales lady named Jennifer extremely happy at Bed, Bath and Beyond. He'd told her he had an empty kitchen, a girlfriend that cooked and baked and one pot. She'd set him up with everything else. In fact Sam was pretty sure, if they made it for the kitchen he had it. The price tag had been a little daunting but or the first time in Sam's life he had money he had no idea what to do with. Working for Tony Stark had a lot of benefits, one of them monetary.
"Okay, oven is preheating to 350, we've got a cupcake pan, those paper cups to drop in them, mixing bowls and an electric mixer. You've got the ingredients?"
Because grocery store shopping wasn't Sam's forte. He loved buying lots of food. He just didn't really buy the right sort of food to cook or bake with. Everything was centered more on the junkfood and frozen food aisles.
"Okay, oven is preheating to 350, we've got a cupcake pan, those paper cups to drop in them, mixing bowls and an electric mixer. You've got the ingredients?"
Because grocery store shopping wasn't Sam's forte. He loved buying lots of food. He just didn't really buy the right sort of food to cook or bake with. Everything was centered more on the junkfood and frozen food aisles.