5th floor common room, Monday evening

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was taking out the stress of her day on the kitchen foods and appliances in the common room. Did it matter that she couldn't cook? No. Did it matter that she had no idea what it was she was wanting to eat? No. Currently she was doing her best to crack eggs in a bowl. She dropped two on the floor, another one on the counter, and in her bowl were three with pieces of shell floating around in the raw egg.

Whisking the eggs together with a fork, she was mumbling under her breath and making quick, jerky movements. "Eggs. I'm fixing eggs. That's what I'm doing. Eggs in a pan. Dammit. Just freaking eggs. It's not that hard. Geeze."

She dumped the whisked eggs into a too hot pan on the stove and left them to cook for a minute while she opened the pantry to look for something else to cook. "I need cake. A chocolate cake. How the crap do you make a freaking chocolate cake? I need flour. Man, I want a chocolate cake. Sugar. Cocoa? Gahhh!"

(the common room is open like rooms like this are. yo.)

Comments

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Size does not matter." She said smiling. "The king is the only one that is alive when he's dead. The others are just dead dead."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco blinked. "How can the king be both alive and dead? Won't that make him a zombie?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Blink. "...uh, yeah, and only when his shell has been cracked open. Zombie Chick. That's what he is."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"That won't make a very good omellette." Marco pointed out.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She shrugged with a grin, "It's his lot in life. Besides, whatever I come up with will hardly be an omellette. I don't know what the crap I'm doing here."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco glanced around the food. "I, suprisingly, actually know how to cook. What are you trying to make?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"I was going to fix some eggs." She shrugged. "Any kind. And I was going to try and make a chocolate cake."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"The chocolate cake is a little above me. Unless it's the kind from a box where you just add eggs and milk."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"No. No box. Didn't see a box. I guess I will forget out my chocolate cake. But you can help me do eggs right? Cause I'm hungry."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Omellete, scrambled, or, my personal favorite, toss stuff on a skillet and see what happens?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

It didn't matter to Annette, she was just hungry and now so very thankful that Marco was going to help her cook.

"I don't care." she beamed at him and gave his shoulder a little squeeze. "Whatever you want to do is perfect with me."