14/04/21 21:02 +++ roman’s apartment {{ open }}
the first pizzas are in the oven, and tal is drying their hands on a towel tucked into the waistband of the apron they’d put on at some point, design on the front unknown, when there’s a flash and a clatter and the chips that were deep-frying are now aflame.
it’s instinct, at this point, so many meals gone the way of the crisp, for him to grab a spare backing tray with the towel, and slowly slide it across the top, pranks in chemistry showing him the hard way what happens when you use anything else to put out a grease fire. his other hand quickly turns off the hob, before he exhales, looking around to see if the fire had spread.
thankfully, not, and he gives it a few moments before drawing back the lid, and they sigh in relief to see the fire has gone out. still, for safety, they leave the pan on and move it to the back hob to cool down before dealing with it. ‘ tips, don’t set this apartment block on fire. it was very hard to find. ‘
