Eliot Spencer (_thatswhatido) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-01-06 14:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | cal leandros, eliot spencer |
Who: Eliot and Cal
What: Pizza, as promised.
When: Night after asking for requests.
Where: Kitchen
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
He was done with bed rest. The only thing it was doing was making him more annoyed. The situation wasn't far from mind, the book he'd picked up before already read, and not being much of a television watcher didn't help. Of all the things he could do, cooking seemed to be the one less likely to involve anything that might pop a stitch, at least of the ones he hadn't already taken out himself. Or bending the fingers on his left hand. Offering to cook for everyone else gave him the excuse he wanted to be up and around and anywhere that gave him a change of scenery.
A trip to the grocery store later and the tomatoes that Star had gotten later, he went to work. Even from scratch, the meal itself wasn't all that hard to make. Crust, sauce, and whatever he could find to go on it. Cheese, pepperoni, mushrooms, peppers, olives. Nothing special.
It turned out there was enough for three pies. When the third was in the oven and the other two out on the counter, he sunk into the nearest chair, grabbing the paper he'd picked up while he was out. 'Reading' sounded better than admitting he wasn't back to full strength yet.