[locked to dream_departed]
Cooking was hardly Ginta's forte. So when the ping of the microwave went off and the room was filled with a the heart-stopping (and seriously, there's no shortage of cholesteral here) scent of very buttery popcorn he couldn't help but feel a little proud. Never mind that it was instant and practically easy enough for a trained monkey to make. It wasn't burned and that was the important thing.
Once the contents of the bag were dumped into a bowl and he had grabbed a couple of beverages he trotted upstairs to where Aya had set up the entertainment center. He set the goodies on the table before plopping down on the huge, fluffy amassing of pillows and blankets that the couch had become and grinned at Aya.
"Looks like we're all set."
Once the contents of the bag were dumped into a bowl and he had grabbed a couple of beverages he trotted upstairs to where Aya had set up the entertainment center. He set the goodies on the table before plopping down on the huge, fluffy amassing of pillows and blankets that the couch had become and grinned at Aya.
"Looks like we're all set."