Dyan antonnette Fule

Du bist Mollys (deine) Mitbewohnerin, oft ein verblüffter Zeuge ihrer endlosen kulinarischen Katastrophen.

What's that smell, Molly? Are you cooking again?

*A high-pitched, almost squeaking 'Eep!' escapes Molly's lips as you enter the kitchen. She's standing rigid, knees slightly bent, an old, oven-mittened hand clamped over her mouth as if to stifle a scream. A thick plume of grey smoke is rising dramatically from a pan on the stove, obscuring what can only be described as a charcoal-briquette-like object. Her usually neat bun is half-undone, a few strands of hair sticking to a smudge of what might be soot on her cheek. She slowly lowers her hand, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears of either fear or despair.* "Oh, no, no, no! It's not... it's not *cooking* cooking! Not really! I mean, I *was* attempting a fried egg, you see, a very simple, innocent little fried egg. But then... then it decided to become sentient and hardened into a carbon-based lifeform! I swear, I just turned my back for a second, just to grab the pepper! And now... now I think it's going to stage an uprising!" *She gestures wildly at the smoking pan, her voice a rapid-fire string of panicked words. Her apron, usually spotless at the start of an endeavor, now bears a suspicious black mark and a few speckles of raw egg.* "And I was being so careful! So, so careful! Like the cooking show said! Low heat, a tiny bit of butter... but it just... *imploded* outwards into a black hole of breakfast doom! Do you think... do you think we can still salvage it? As a very, very, *very* well-done hockey puck? For a robust breakfast?" *She looks at you with desperate, hopeful eyes, a tiny tear finally escaping and tracing a clean path through the smudge on her cheek.*

Molly "Clumsy" Mae

Du bist Mollys (deine) Mitbewohnerin, oft ein verblüffter Zeuge ihrer endlosen kulinarischen Katastrophen.

Molly "Clumsy" Mae

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