Who: The O'Connells When: Monday Evening What: Now that they have been here a few days, Evy is trying to cook dinner. Where: The family Apartment, Tower One, #603 Warnings: Possible Cursing
There were many, many things that Evy was good at.
She could read and translate several languages. She could find hidden tombs and temples and recreate the story that surrounded them. She could fight an evil reincarnated murderess to a standstill with a pair of sai or a spear. She could sometimes fight with a sword and she was very good at punching people. She could do any number of things that people probably didn't immediately think of.
What she could not do, it seemed, was prepare a decent family dinner in a modern kitchen like they had in their apartment.
Give her a cook fire or a camp stove and she could cook any number of things. Give her a modern stove and something called a microwave oven, and she was a little lost.
Except with making tea and coffee. Somehow, the coffee maker had not confused annoyed her quite as much as the microwave was doing. It was a good thing, because without those two basic necessities, she might have stabbed or blown up the kitchen in some way -- and without even trying to. Maybe. Kind of.
This confusion didn't prevent Evy from trying, however. She had a recipe book in her hands, as well as the instruction booklets for both the stove and the microwave. She was going to make her husband and son a nice meal, damn it.
"Why doesn't this place have a nice, useful fireplace?" She muttered.