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The kitchen should be off limits..~~Oops?~~

*Groans a little, lifts his head* Zee?

*looks sheepish, waving her hand to clear the smoke*

Hey, baby.

*wanders from the bedroom to the kitchen, wrapping a sheet around his middle* Honey, what happened?

*looks at him, then at the smoke billowing off the stove, then at him again*

I was trying to make you breakfast. *cringes*

*Chuckles a bit, eyes the stove*

What were you making?

*raises her hands in defeat and throws the oven mitts down with a laugh*

French toast.

*laughs a little as the smoke clears away and such* Have you ever made French toast before?

Uh..no. *coughs* But the recipe told me to stick them on a hot pan.

*Tilts his head* Did you put butter in the pan?

Stop now before someone gets maimed.

If I have to visit you in the hospital again...

*cringes and coughs*

I burnt my finger. *shows him* But seriously, if the recipe said to put it on a hot pan, then you make it hot, right?

...I suppose.

I was only doing what the recipe told me. So blame this mess on Betty Crocker.

Hire a chef. Pick his brain.

Did you set the kitchen on fire?

*coughs and waves her hands around to clear the smoke*

Yeah.

Snake started laughing. Sound like my wife. What'd you burn?