WHO: Memphis and Storm WHEN: Feb 5 WHERE: Memphis and Kaleb's room. WHAT: Memphis is trying to be suave and romantic and cook dinner. Doesn't go so well. RATING: Medium for their potty mouths? Will update if they get out of hand. OPEN: No!
Memphis was all about this romantic dinner tonight. He'd made sure to kick Kaleb out, promising him all the leftovers and an assured burrito slave whenever he wanted for a whole week if he stayed away. It was a hard bargain to drive, but the halfbreed felt it was well worth it. Since they'd become official, he and Storm had had dates. They had spent a lot of time together and grown more comfortable with this whole monogamy thing. It made sense that he try to up the game now that things had settled into somewhat of a routine. Sure, they were still in the honeymoon phase probably, which meant boring wasn't an issue yet, but Memphis wanted to be sure. He liked keeping people on their toes, and it was fun to keep Storm guessing. She was particularly cute when she was surprised. Not to mention he really really actually liked her so doing something like this made him feel good. It was spontaneous and impulsive, however, which would ultimately be his downfall. As usual.
Being that they both were basically vegetarians, though he could get away with more than Storm could, Memphis had planned what he thought would be a fairly simple meal. He was baking a traditional vegetarian version of shepherd's pie. He was feeling ambitious, so he also decided to do a vegetable stir-fry as a side. It was complicated, but he was confident in his ability to follow directions. What he didn't anticipate, or rather what he chose to ignore, was his ability to become distracted. He'd asked Storm to arrive for dinner at a certain time, so he made sure to get things started early as his intention was to have it all done by the time she got there. Memphis put the pie in the oven, spraying it after he did so instead of before, and then set the timer. His phone went off as he was placing the dish in the oven, so he set the clock for 200 minutes instead of 20. He also promptly went into his room to play a game while he waited, having set the table up already, and wound up getting lost in what he was doing so that he forgot there was even food in the oven. Or someone coming over, for that matter.