Finally, Chris just gave up the hotdogs altogether and waited for the heat to get to a proper point, so that everything would get cooked right. He was an awful chef when it came to this sort of thing but even he knew that some things took ages to heat up, and if one hotdog was completely blackened while the others were still cold enough to be considered blunt weapons, then he'd have to turn in his regular oven and suffer a microwave forever.
"Did we?" He struggled to remember, since the forums were big and that had been a while ago, but again, remembering that she lived on the penthouse floor helped. "Oh yeah, because you were trying to be decent even though there was nobody living anywhere near you then. I think that lead into the vengeance stuff." Because he, as a person, would gladly rip someone a metaphorical or verbal new one without hesitation, whereas there were apparently other people in the world who were willing to forgive. Who knew?