A Little Drabble Do Ya: Kitchen Fallout

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

“I really don’t understand, Illya. You have a Ph.D. for Pete’s sake! What is the problem?” Napoleon griped as he sat by the open window to get fresh air. “You almost burned your apartment down!”

The Russian blushed. “I thought if I turned the oven to 500, the roast would cook faster. I forgot to factor in that it would become…very well done.”

Napoleon guffawed. “Let’s go eat in a less…smoky environment. I appreciate your attempt to make dinner, but from now on, order takeout.”

Illya sighed, “I will conquer the kitchen one day.”

“Hope does springs eternal, Partner Mine.”

Comments

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Illya and cooking really don't mix, but one can always hope maybe one day he might pleasantly surprise Napoleon.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

He's going to shock Napoleon one day.

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he will - perhaps not conquer the kitchen, but arrange an advantageous truce. But I rather think he'll never quite have Napoleon's flair.

Thanks for sharing this very believable moment.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Heaven help the kitchen to that day.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Indeed. Thanks.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I don't mind a man who isn't chef material; he's usually more eager to consume my meals if he's cooking impaired. I welcome Illya to my table.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

As do I, hehehe. Anytime.

Thanks for reading.