fourthsaken | ic: ginger drama

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[TONIGHT, in the mess hall kitchen, someone is swearing up a storm as she bakes... something. something that definitely smells like it's burning.]

[squats down to peer into the oven]

It's hot enough, right?

Yeah, it's all set.

Awesome.

[carefully putting the pie into the oven]

In about an hour, we'll have something edible. Hopefully.

Definitely!

I just need to remember to lower the temperature in about ten minutes. That's what doomed the last pie.

[sits on the floor, facing the oven]

Got it!

... Dude, it's gonna feel like it's taking forever if you just watch it.

I want it to know I'm not messin' around!

I'm sure it feels properly threatened.

Good.

It wouldn't dare to get burnt while you're watching it.

Heh!

[shifts, pulling out his cellphone to check his text messages (!!!)]

[is that a proud smile, it probably is]

Anything interesting?

[looks up]

Huh?

Your phone, Hanna.

Oh! No, nah, it's all good.

You sure? If you've gotta be somewhere...