Re: Kitchen - Isaac/Open
Isaac had been more than pleased to plan the party, at Derek's orders. His Master seemed to have been ignoring him over the past week, and Isaac couldn't help but take it personally. He had hoped that the picnic would give him a chance to re-prove his worth as a slave, and for awhile things had gone well. At least they had until the rain started. It seemed to have come out of nowhere, and the whole group of them was left running for the house, carrying whatever they could. That left Isaac in the kitchen, trying to make some order out of the soggy mess that had been their picnic menu.
"Ugh, gross," he said, wrinkling his nose, as he dropped the top layer of sandwiches into the garbage.