Re: Kitchen - Isaac/Open
Isaac stiffened slightly, his brow crinkling, when Jeremy mentioned the camps. It had taken a long time for Isaac to get past his hatred of the people who had taken his brother from him, and at the same time his freedom. It had only been when he had met human slaves, and worked along side them, that he had realized they weren't all bad.
Isaac looked down at the broccoli, frowning slightly. He would be able to save it, but just barely. He grabbed a large pot and filled it with water, putting it on the stove to boil.
"The chicken needs cubing and browning," he said, because he had been asked. "But really Sir, you shouldn't be doing this. I'm sure there are people looking for you, at the party."