Bennett Grantham is the second best secret agent (bwgrantham) wrote in immune_ic,
His brows furrowed and he hesitantly lowered his aim, when she began chatting away. Well, and that smile. It was a nice smile. She didn't exactly look like she was going to eat him or anything. "You're breaking things is what you're doing," he began, slipping his gun back into it's holster, "you should be more careful when you're by yourself, like this. Rummaging about like a bloody Walker."
He watched her as she stepped back beside him to observe the mess of broken furniture and wood that she had made, and the oven. He motioned to the ceiling, "You've no way to ventilate it. The smoke will cause problems. The infected might smell whatever it is you think you're going to cook too--" he started to turn and go back to gather his books, when he heard her mention baking a cake. Or cookies. And he stopped to look back over at her, "the children?" Damnit, he would appreciate that. Forget the children.
Taking a few steps back toward the younger woman, he eyed her, "No... it's not a bad idea. But just how do you plan on making it work? What are you going to use to make cookies?"