Post by Fel Touu on Feb 12, 2011 13:55:43 GMT -5
I've been skipping around through the book lately, and I actually forgot about the beginning completely. Oops. But I'm halfway through ch2 now, and here's P2 of the second chapter.
“Wait! Who told you that you’re supposed to make pancakes in the oven?” I ask, grabbing his arm before he can burn his fingers off. “And you wear oven mitts, you don’t use your bare hands!” He holds up his hands sheepishly.
“I couldn’t find them, I thought napkins would work.” I glance at the napkins that he’s holding.
“Two napkins won’t do much.” I say mildly. “Don’t you have any washcloths?” Evan looks around and pulls one out from under a large glass bowl with pancake mix in it. I grab it, grimacing at the squishy feel, and take out the pan of badly burnt pancakes.
The pancakes are still wet on top, but I flip one over with a fork and it’s a black charred mess. Evan grimaces and steps back a bit, as if putting distance between himself and the pancakes will make them go away.
“Um… good first effort. Pancakes don’t go in the oven, though. You have to use the stove, and flip them over half way through so they don’t burn.”
“Oh. Jude said the oven worked best.” He says, staring at the ground, his hair covering his eyes again. “I guess we should just throw these out.” He dumps the unfortunate pancakes in the trash, looking frustrated.
“You’ve never made pancakes before?” I ask.
“We had this really awesome housekeeper who would cook for us. She had to go serve in the war, so we’re pretty much on our own.” He gestures to the over-flowing trashcan. “You can see how good we are at cooking, of course.”
I laugh. “Did anyone ever teach you guys how to cook?” Evan shakes his head, still looking at the ground. “Then don’t feel bad. Cooking is hard, especially if you don’t have anyone teaching you.”
Evan shrugs, sweeping all of the dishes into the sink. “Alright. How do you feel about going somewhere else to find food?”
“I don’t have any…”
“I’ve got money. You don’t have to worry about it.” He says quickly. “We need to get you some clothes too. You can’t just keep wearing those pajamas.” I look down and I remember that I actually am still wearing pajamas, my black sofees and a grey Texas A&M shirt.
“Wait! Who told you that you’re supposed to make pancakes in the oven?” I ask, grabbing his arm before he can burn his fingers off. “And you wear oven mitts, you don’t use your bare hands!” He holds up his hands sheepishly.
“I couldn’t find them, I thought napkins would work.” I glance at the napkins that he’s holding.
“Two napkins won’t do much.” I say mildly. “Don’t you have any washcloths?” Evan looks around and pulls one out from under a large glass bowl with pancake mix in it. I grab it, grimacing at the squishy feel, and take out the pan of badly burnt pancakes.
The pancakes are still wet on top, but I flip one over with a fork and it’s a black charred mess. Evan grimaces and steps back a bit, as if putting distance between himself and the pancakes will make them go away.
“Um… good first effort. Pancakes don’t go in the oven, though. You have to use the stove, and flip them over half way through so they don’t burn.”
“Oh. Jude said the oven worked best.” He says, staring at the ground, his hair covering his eyes again. “I guess we should just throw these out.” He dumps the unfortunate pancakes in the trash, looking frustrated.
“You’ve never made pancakes before?” I ask.
“We had this really awesome housekeeper who would cook for us. She had to go serve in the war, so we’re pretty much on our own.” He gestures to the over-flowing trashcan. “You can see how good we are at cooking, of course.”
I laugh. “Did anyone ever teach you guys how to cook?” Evan shakes his head, still looking at the ground. “Then don’t feel bad. Cooking is hard, especially if you don’t have anyone teaching you.”
Evan shrugs, sweeping all of the dishes into the sink. “Alright. How do you feel about going somewhere else to find food?”
“I don’t have any…”
“I’ve got money. You don’t have to worry about it.” He says quickly. “We need to get you some clothes too. You can’t just keep wearing those pajamas.” I look down and I remember that I actually am still wearing pajamas, my black sofees and a grey Texas A&M shirt.
