InsaneJournal

Who: Eliot and Quinn
What: Stealing things from the kitchen
Where: Community kitchen
When: Slightly backdated to the evening of January 15th
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

The sign outside the coffee shop had advertised the best chili in Lawrence, but seeing the actual product had Eliot skeptical. Standing in line to order a cup of hot tea, he watched a few of the patrons come away from the counter with bowls that looked more like they were filled with a tomato soup that had seen better days than what they were advertising. But the idea of chili, with the weather the way it was, had been an appealing one.

Once he'd gotten back to the complex, he'd dug out everything he needed for the old recipe. Well, almost everything. A few of the things he thought he'd had turned out to be minimal or nonexistent. Even if he was cooking enough for a few people, he needed more than what he had. He was used to growing his own food when he had his own place. Here, it was just easier to borrow from others. So it was either the kitchen or the grocery store. The latter sounded quicker and smarter than the former.

Heading back down to the kitchen, he set the half-finished Styrofoam cup on the counter and headed for the fridge. Whatever he grabbed, he'd replace in the next couple of days. For now, he just wanted a decent dinner.