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Following a mishap with the blender and the quick outfit change that resulted from it, Ashby was back in the kitchen, cooking off the last bit of pancake batter and topping the last of the fruit tarts.
After wearing apple glaze, he did have half a mind to throw in the towel and let people fend for themselves, but Lew Ashby would not be bested by a kitchen appliance. Or the clothing box for that matter. He barely batted a lash at the replacement t-shirt it had offered him, but he did wind up tossing his glaze covered one inside it as his was to say thank you. Or fuck you.
With the meal finished and placed out for others to help themselves, Lew put off cleaning the counter top in favor of cleaning the remnants of apple glaze out of his hair.
[Tuesday morning breakfast. Pancakes (and what's left of an apple pear glaze), various fruit tarts, eggs and hash browns. Tag Lew, tag each other, st/lt are <3]
After wearing apple glaze, he did have half a mind to throw in the towel and let people fend for themselves, but Lew Ashby would not be bested by a kitchen appliance. Or the clothing box for that matter. He barely batted a lash at the replacement t-shirt it had offered him, but he did wind up tossing his glaze covered one inside it as his was to say thank you. Or fuck you.
With the meal finished and placed out for others to help themselves, Lew put off cleaning the counter top in favor of cleaning the remnants of apple glaze out of his hair.
[Tuesday morning breakfast. Pancakes (and what's left of an apple pear glaze), various fruit tarts, eggs and hash browns. Tag Lew, tag each other, st/lt are <3]