Who: Kayla and Kol What: pops and daughter time When: during the b&w sitcom plot Where: their house Rating: lowish
Kayla hummed to herself as she finished putting dinner in the oven. She always tried to time it for her father's arrival home from whatever he'd done that day, made easier on days she didn't have classes. Unlike a lot of her peers, Kayla had gone to college to learn more about topics which interested her and not to find a husband. She and Logan had been going steady for a while, and neither of them were ready for marriage. Thankfully, her father didn't seem in a hurry to marry her off either, for which she felt grateful.
Honestly, she knew how lucky she was to have Kol as her father. He'd raised her to be self-sufficient, while also spoiling her entirely too much, like the new casserole dish to go in the brand new oven. Kol just accepted his daughter was who she was, like her cousin or her Aunt Alyssa.
The timer went off a few minutes later, signaling she should check the meal. As she pulled it out of the oven, it suddenly caught on fire. "Bloody hell!" she yelled, as a laugh track was overheard somewhere. "This always happens." Okay, not always, but with the new oven? It felt like it. "I think the meal can be saved?"