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WHO: Amelia (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
willofjustice) and Alphonse (alphonse)
WHERE: Ed, Al, and Ling's apartment.
WHEN: Tonight.
WARNINGS: Possible explosions.
SUMMARY: Two people without great knowledge of modern technology or cooking attempt to make food. You know it all goes downhill from there.
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It wasn't that Amelia did not take the situation with the Porter seriously. Indeed, even as she dug through the pots and pans in the alchemists' kitchen, her communicator was with her, on and sticking out of a pocket. At a moment's notice, she would leave, no matter what was going on, but for the moment life went on, and long ago she and Alphonse had promised one another an attempt to figure out the complexities of cooking. With Amelia staying at the alchemists' apartment for a couple of days while Lina was away, it seemed like a prime opportunity.
Rattling and clanging emerged from the cupboard as she attempted to find a pot large enough for their needs, poking it up onto the counter for Alphonse's approval. "Ne, that one? I think it's the biggest."
On the menu was doughnuts.
willofjustice) and Alphonse (alphonse)WHERE: Ed, Al, and Ling's apartment.
WHEN: Tonight.
WARNINGS: Possible explosions.
SUMMARY: Two people without great knowledge of modern technology or cooking attempt to make food. You know it all goes downhill from there.
FORMAT: Paragraph?
It wasn't that Amelia did not take the situation with the Porter seriously. Indeed, even as she dug through the pots and pans in the alchemists' kitchen, her communicator was with her, on and sticking out of a pocket. At a moment's notice, she would leave, no matter what was going on, but for the moment life went on, and long ago she and Alphonse had promised one another an attempt to figure out the complexities of cooking. With Amelia staying at the alchemists' apartment for a couple of days while Lina was away, it seemed like a prime opportunity.
Rattling and clanging emerged from the cupboard as she attempted to find a pot large enough for their needs, poking it up onto the counter for Alphonse's approval. "Ne, that one? I think it's the biggest."
On the menu was doughnuts.
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Glancing from the burned surfaces to the mess of ingredients splattered throughout the room, Al barely stopped himself from sighing again. This was going to take a lot of work, and worse yet, he was still hungry. "...Does take-out sound okay to you afterwards?"
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Her movements were tight and hesitant, like a dog with its tail between its legs. In spite of Al's encouragement that he didn't blame her, likely the guilt would still last for a while.