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[sciencefact]

This had started innocently enough. The Hub was a relatively quiet and well-lit spot for Jane to review her notes while she waited for her laundry to finish drying. The rec room felt too cloistered to her, too closed off and artificial, and she'd nursed a glass and a half of wine at the bar before deciding she was hungry. A check of her watch

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[chasinghumanity]

"Is that something burning?" Mitchell asks as he shoves his head into the kitchen, a worried frown on his brows. He's not a man who panics, nothing like George, but he's got some sense of preservation and a yen for coffee and pie, so a fire in the kitchen really relates to his interests.

[sciencefact]

"It is under control!" Jane declares with a sweeping arc of both arms. "I have this situation under control. It is good. It's fiiiiiiiiiine."

Turning, she blinks drunkenly at the intruder upon her late-night kitchen adventure and scratches idly at the side of her nose. "Like you. Forget I said that, don't worry about it." She waves this away and turns back to the stove to poke at the eggs, which are looking a little dubious.

[chasinghumanity]

He blinks too, head cocking slightly to the side as a smile eases the frown off his features. Despite the girl's assurances, Mitchell strides into the kitchen and over to the stove. There's no obvious flame -- always a good sign -- but where there's smoke there's bound to be trouble.

"Which part am I supposed to forget? The compliment or you haven't everything under control?" he teases. When he gets to her side, he reaches for the knob, just to turn it down a bit.

[sciencefact]

"I so did- I did that- oh." She stares down at the knob for an inordinately long time. "That's not the one I did, that's probably… that explains a lot. That explains the burning."

Jerking her gaze back up, she grins. "You're handy!"

[callofkaren]

"You got it?" Karen was more bemused than anything when she came up on the scene in the kitchen - at least, it didn't seem like anything was in danger of going up in flames. At the least, it seemed like she'd take some leftovers home smelling of smoke, but Karen could live with that.

She walked over in case she would be needed, and leaned against the counter next to the stove as she peered at the over cooked eggs. "Wow. You burned eggs. That's impressive."

[sciencefact]

"It'll be fine, it's just a little bit," Jane insists, and lifts her free hand so that she can clamp her thumb and index finger together in front of her face. "A little bit. It's flavor, it's- I'll put some cheese and stuff in there, it'll be fine."

[callofkaren]

Amusing as she found it, she couldn't really tease the a woman she didn't know for doing the same thing Karen had done, once upon a time. Ketchup really did fix most cooking mistakes.

"As long as the rest of the kitchen doesn't burn down," she said brightly, moving around her to get to the fridge.

[sciencefact]

"It's contained," Jane replies, but swings a look back to the stove to confirm this just in case. Better safe than sorry. "It's contained. Within the stove space. Nobody's burning anything, it's just crispy- What's in there good? Give me something good."

[havenoplans]

Though he's not been on the island very long, Thor suspects it likely that his voracious appetite has already made an impression on those who work in the kitchen. It had certainly been worthy of comment during his brief stay on Earth, and so newly a mortal (again), he's not yet mastered the art of eating at regular intervals, always waiting too long until his hunger got the best of him, and then he ate the lion's share of whatever food was still around. He's not expecting to find Jane when he does so tonight, nor does he expect to find in her in a state of distress (not to mention inebriation). He smells the smoke before he sees it, having been too distracted with its apparent cause, but soon enough he's striding towards the stove, his eyes wide as he tries to stay clear of the spatula's trajectory.

"Jane-- Is everything alright?"

[sciencefact]

"I've got it!" Jane declares, lifting her free hand above her head in a vaguely come-to-Jesus pose. "It was too hot, just a little- Whoa." Hand still in the air, she's turned and tilted her head back to look up at Thor. "You are so tall. I could climb you. Right now. Like a tree. Zoop!" She taps him on the end of the nose with her index finger and then finally drops her arm again.

[havenoplans]

His laughter's tinged with surprise, yet no less genuine for it. Admittedly, he can't think of anyone who's ever tapped his nose in quite such a manner, but there's something almost charming about the gesture, for all that it's also baffling. That he's quite a bit larger than her goes without question, but he hardly considers himself worth climbing.

"Zoop?" he echoes, stepping in a touch closer to gently pry the spatula from her hand. Though she be but small, it could prove a formidable weapon against someone more unsuspecting than he. "I'm unfamiliar with that word."

[sciencefact]

"It's not a word, it's a… thing- Hey! That's mine!" She grasps fruitlessly toward the spatula, clearly incensed. "I was doing very important cooking things with that. I need it, I…" He really is very close to her right now, all big and manly like he stepped off the cover of a romance novel. Are her bosoms heaving? She looks down to check. No, good, that would be totally weird. Unless she was dressed like a pirate wench.

Mental note: Find pirate wench outfit.

"I am drunk," she admits, terribly serious as she stares up at him again. "I will fight you for that, it is next on the list, it's…" She trails off, frowning at the three fingers she's held up until she curls one of them down. "Number two. Drink, fight. Let's go. I'm not scared of you."

[ilovemykilt]

"Houston, we have ignition," says Priestly, reaching right across her and the pan to turn knob without missing a beat. Zeppelin's not his jam but he still has a hefty appreciation for the classics, and music makes him all graceful and shit.

He hopes those aren't the last of the eggs, because he's got an epic craving now. Even with the faint scent of char in the air.

[sciencefact]

"It's fine," says Jane after a futile attempt at shooing the intruder away. "They're just a little smokey. You smoke things. Like ham. They're smoked… Wow." She blinks owlishly at her new companion's rather impressive hair and then reaches up with her free hand to poke at it with her index finger.

[ilovemykilt]

"Also highly flammable," says Priestly, though he lets her give it a poke. It's only fair, after all. "But less delicious when smoked. I think. Actually, I've never tried it, but probably safe to assume. You might want to flip that?"

[sciencefact]

"Ohhhh," Jane says in an awed voice as she turns her attention back to the pan. "Flip it, that's a good idea, you're a smart one." Nodding, she sets aside the spatula and takes hold of the pan's handle with both hands.

"I'm going to try it this way, it'll be very dramatic," she says, lifting the pan off of the flame and turning away from the stove so that she has more room. "Think I can do it?" she asks with a grin, but doesn't wait for an answer before she's jerked the pan upwards in an attempt to flop the mass of egg over inside. Only half of it returns to the pan. Jane throws up an arm in triumph.

"I am calling that a win!" she exclaims as the pan tilts in her hand and the rest of the eggs slide to the floor, where she blinks down at them.

"Well, shit."

[1struleiscardio]

I've...okay, I've always found kitchens kind of terrifying. In college, I had a kitchen, sure, but I mostly lived on pizza. And Mountain Dew. Golden Grahams. I stand and watch her for a long moment, eyebrows raised.

"You should...uh...probably take that. Off? The heat."

[sciencefact]

"Oh riiiiiight," Jane says, looking thoroughly impressed as she picks up the pan by the handle and sets it on the adjacent eye. What a simple solution! "I couldn't find the knob," she explains, waving a hand to the stove top. "There's like, a BILLION of them on there, what is that even about? This is a stove, not rocket science. You turn it on, you cook. Bam. This is…I don't know."

[1struleiscardio]

Kitchens are one thing, but drunk people? I am really bad at drunk people. Drunk people, loud people, people who don't wash their hands after they go to the bathroom.

I've got lists. I like lists.

"Maybe you...shouldn't be cooking right now?"

[sciencefact]

"And maybe you should go play Farmville," Jane replies with a roll of her eyes. "My cooking is fine. Look. Look at that." She jabs the spatula toward the pan, which is now smoking much less. "That's fine."