Would you like a side of epic with that fail?
Artemis stared at the kitchen with something close to confusion. Juliet had, of course, pushed him over the edge. She had said that he couldn’t cook to save his life, he had defended himself, and here he was. Now if he didn’t succeed at making something simple -pasta- he would have to stay off the computer for a month. A month! That was defiantly something he did not want to happen.
A scowl spread across his normally placid face as he reached for the cupboard and got out a pot. Why in God’s name was he even doing this? “Damn pride.” He muttered. He poured water into the pan quickly, then added the noodles. “Damn my pride to fires of hell.”
He walked away for a second, just a second, to see if Juliet was watching when he heard the fire alarm. He turned sharply and stared. I didn’t know water could catch on fire. Some small part of his subconscious said.
The fire spread to the counter when he realised what he was seeing. “Sh*t!” He yelled scrambling for the fire extinguisher. Why couldn’t his mother keep it close to where it would actually used? Oh yes, because that would make sense!
Before he could find it a white foam shot from the doorway, onto himself as well as the fire. “Would you like a side of epic with that fail?” A certain sarcastic voice asked. “Don’t answer that.”
Artemis turned around the scowled at the blond before him. “And that’s why I don’t cook!”