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“Nemona, what the fuck?!”
Juliana, who had been leaning against Penny, watching her play Pokemon crossing, jumped and turned her heard towards the kitchen where Arven had yelled. He was rummaging around the sink whilst Nemona had her face in her hands. Juliana had no clue if she was laughing or crying. Or both.
She got up and walked over to the dorm kitchen, asking “Hey, what’s happened?”
Arven turns and looks at Juliana incredulously, producing a small squirty water gun in his hand, “What’s happened? Nemona is in the kitchen, what do you think happened?” He stomps over to the oven, opening and, squirting the toy gun inside...?
It’s a well-known fact in their group that Nemona’s cooking skills are, subpar, even for a 16 year old. She could burn a sandwich during a picnic with no fire involved, how she managed staying at the dorms before her friends came along. Juliana theorises Nemona just lived on canteen food and instant meals, which isn’t exactly health.
So, they all started pitching in, Arven reluctantly, to teach Nemona how to cook, or as well as a bunch of teens could. So far it’s ended in absolute disaster.
Back to the matter at hand, Juliana leans over the counter to see what Arven is spraying with the tiny water gun and- No way.
“We need to cool this thing down,” Arven mumbles to himself.
Nemona finally speaks up, trying to hold back laughter, “I can’t believe I put the cutting board in the oven,”
“You actually just put the cutting board in the oven...” Juliana repeats, trying to process the absolute chaos in front of her, trying to stifle her own giggles.
Arven’s had enough, throwing his arms up and yelling, “You fucking dumbass!” and that’s it. Nemona bursts into howls of laughter. “We’re trying to make chicken alfredo right now and you melt the cutting board in the oven?!”
Juliana’s shoulders are shaking from laughter, glancing over towards Penny, who’s at the edge of the kitchen, watching the scene, with a look of disbelief. That’s when Juliana remembers, this js Penny’s dorm, this is Penny’s kitchen. At least it wasn’t a melted piece of Eevee merchandise. Also what on earth is a mini water gun doing in Penny’s kitchen?
Juliana’s pulled back from her thoughts when Arven yells again, something about the oven being 400 degrees Fahrenheit, and yeah. Sounds like Nemona. Speaking of, she’s doubled over from the laughter, giving Arven a huge grin, and he’s so done.
The girls are kicked out the kitchen, which, doesn’t mean much when it’s an open plan dorm but, whatever. Arven gets to work finishing the rest of the pasta, ignoring the oven disaster for now. Penny huddles back into the bed, Nemona by her side, ‘awh’ing over a Pawmi style villager. This leaves Juliana room to muse, and decide that maybe teaching Nemona to cook, isn’t a good idea. That’s fine, they’ll cook for her.
Juliana wants to flush at how domestic that thought is, three teens cooking for their chaotic best friend (or frienemy, friend-enemy, is Arven’s case) and oversized dog. But there’s nowhere she’d rather be.