Kick it up a notch! [RP for Jean-Paul]
Zippy hummed as she puttered around the kitchen. Yes, puttered is a technical term, and in any case puttering was about all there was room to do in said kitchen. The puttering consisted, largely, of going through the fridge and getting ingredients ready for the 'cooking party.' And also throwing things out of the fridge that had gone bad, but that was just routine.
Zippy made a face at some potatoes that were sprouting not only eyes but possibly ears and noses as well, and set them aside to be chucked into the garbage. Tch. She glanced at the kitchen clock as she did so, and hoped Jean-Paul was the sort to use the door when he arrived, and not other forms of entrance like the windows.
Zippy made a face at some potatoes that were sprouting not only eyes but possibly ears and noses as well, and set them aside to be chucked into the garbage. Tch. She glanced at the kitchen clock as she did so, and hoped Jean-Paul was the sort to use the door when he arrived, and not other forms of entrance like the windows.