Week two [private conversation]

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[Mel's in Mail's clothes, because her fingers were still bandaged when she got dressed, but they aren't now. It was impossible to cook with the damn band-aids on. She continues to crave rare, rare, almost bloody hamburger, but she's an inexperienced cook at best, so she hasn't gotten one the way she wants it yet. She's been at it for a little while

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[Mail, as usual, goes looking for Mel when she's been gone for too long. When he spots her in the kitchen, he wants to glare and scold, but seeing her trying to cook gets a laugh from him, and he gives her a peck on the cheek before shooing her away from the stove.] Next time you take off your bandages, I'm dipping your fingers in rubbing alcohol. [He scowls just a little, but the threat isn't serious.] Scooch and I'll cook you something.

[chilichoc]

*Mel makes a face and puts out her tongue.* I only took 'em off so I wouldn't contaminate my burgers. But... they're kinda crappy burgers.

*She gives him a peck too before stepping aside.*
I want a super-super rare one. Like, "just run the cow by the fire" rare.

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You should have told me, then. Go clean your hands and put them back on. [Male authority, whut?]

Rare, huh? I can do that. [Wrinkling his nose, he throws out her work in progress and washes the pan, setting it aside before going to get the necessary ingredients.]

[chilichoc]

All right, all right. *She's tired enough to do it without grumbling too much.*

What did I do wrong? Other than... everything?