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[new_ophelia]

 "Ow, mother of God," Kate hisses as she swats hot cooking oil out of her face. Again. This cooking thing is ridiculous and she's only trying to sautee vegetables for God's sake. How the hell is she going to take care of a baby when she can't even feed herself? She eyes the pan of vegetables before looking again at the strips of raw meat. Crap,

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[willbewonderful]

"What are you doing?" Duck barks from the door, looking like the other thing keeping him from yanking her away from the stove is that tiny bump.

[new_ophelia]

Kate shrieks and jumps at that, spatula going flying behind her. "Jesus Duck," she gasps, bending over as she catches her breath.

[willbewonderful]

He does snatch her then, restricting himself to a gentle tug until Kate's out of the grease's range. "You can't mix temperatures like that. You put something cold in hot oil, it's gonna pop you."

[new_ophelia]

"Well...okay," she pants, looking around for her missing utensil. "But it's not like it's popping out death rays or something and how am I supposed to know that."

[willbewonderful]

"By experience," says Duck, finally allowing a tiny smile as he retrieves the spatula from beneath the fridge. "Guess you got that now."

[new_ophelia]

"You can't go yelling at pregnant women," she scolds, pulling the pan and all it's very inedible contents off the stove. "I'll bump my stomach into things."

[willbewonderful]

Duck sticks the spatula in the sink and dumps some soap onto it. "Don't go burning your pregnant face off and you're on."

[new_ophelia]

"Not burning it off," she mutters, crossing her arms. "I'm trying to cook something. So I can feed my kid."

[willbewonderful]

"I think you got that covered for a few more months, Kate," says Duck. "You don't have to rush into it, eh?"

[new_ophelia]

"I'm not," she insists, cupping her belly. "But if I'm this bad, shouldn't I start practicing now? And anyway I thought it'd be nice for Jack."

[willbewonderful]

That's not a bad point, and Duck nods as he goes to inspect the ruined contents of the pan. "Maybe one food group at a time," he concedes. "In the meantime, how do you feel about sandwiches?"

[new_ophelia]

"It's not a real meal," she sighs, pouting down at the ruined mess. "Mom's are supposed to make real meals for their children. I can't just feed them sandwiches."

[willbewonderful]

"Good thing, too, 'cause I don't want to feed your kid a six month old sandwich either." He reaches into the cupboards and begins pulling down provisions for sandwiches. If Kate's going to torment herself in the kitchen, she can at least be fortified.

[new_ophelia]

"M' really not hungry," she tries, even knowing the futility of the effort. "I think I put things in the pan in the wrong order. The meat should have gone first, huh?"

[willbewonderful]

"Mmmhmm," hums Duck, pushing some boar between two slices of bread for her. "Makes the vegetables taste better, too, soak up some of that good fat, eh?"

[new_ophelia]

"And then it wouldn't have burned and I wouldn't have dumped all the oil in," she reasons. "Am I supposed to put salt in there? Seems like you're supposed to put salt in things."