Isabel Lane Hemingway (isabellane) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-04-27 23:15:00 |
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Isabel had been spending almost all of her time in her kitchen. Even with her apparently future son arriving on the station, she still felt the need to cook. She didn't need much in the way of sleep and all it took was a bit of coffee and she was good to go. She actually hadn't slept since the consequences of the wish first made themselves known. And since Richie had compared her to a nuclear warhead. That hadn't set well with her at all. She had to reacquaint herself with cooking without magic. She'd always been a good cook, but the magic had helped a great deal. She could keep things from burning if she was in the middle of something when the timer went off, make sure that she never accidentally put too much of anything while mixing, and other stuff. Now she was having to be extra careful. Which was currently resulting in a cake burning. "Dagnabbit!" She yelled as she made her way over to the currently smoking oven, coughing a bit as she opened the door. She'd been too wrapped up in doing dishes to pay attention. |