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“Are you sure we should be down here?” Angel’s gaze traveled along the shelves and then down to the stove top.
“Pfft, and what, deal with Lil burning your food every time she cooks?”
Angel held her lower lip between her teeth. Rolling her eyes, she released her breath. At least if anything went wrong she could shift the blame to Gaige.
“Okay. So what exactly are we going to make?”
“Socket wrench!” Once more Gaige had failed to plan ahead. Not a first. Definitely not the last time either.
The siren gently pushed past her girlfriend in an attempt to survey the refrigerator. She nearly slammed the heavy steel door shut after catching a whiff of something that was a bit too ripe to eat. Gaige was busily skimming her Echodevice for a recipe.
“Make sure it’s something simple. And, uh, doesn’t have many ingredients.”
She did another once over, heaving a sigh. “Okay, scratch that. We’ve got eggs, milk, and for some reason flour.”
Angel rose from her stoop in front of the fridge only to see a blur of red hair and the sound of rapid footsteps. She turned back to give the kitchen another once over. Gaige was back in the room before she could remotely fathom where the pots and pans were.
“Got it. Back on Eden 5, my Dad would make pancakes. They’re super easy. And uh… well, don’t need much to make.”
Gaige extended a small sheet of paper to Angel before she scurried over to the refrigerator. She gagged at the scent of whatever Salvador had stashed in the fridge and had forgotten. Angel had to fight to keep herself from smiling. What was the worst that could happen?
As it turned out, quite a few things could go wrong while making pancakes in a kitchen used primarily by a few vault hunters and an unstable scientist. One of the burners caught light. Flour exploded all over them, coating Angel’s dark hair. However, it wasn’t nearly as disastrous as the first pancake.
Gaige’s brow was furrowed in concentration as she gave the pan a jerk. Instead of flipping over to the uncooked side, the pancake went flying. It stuck to the ceiling. Gaige ignored the mishap and poured more batter. Not even five minutes later, the half-cooked pancake landed on her head. Angel tried not to smile. The effort was a complete bust.
Pancakes two and three were also a bust. Gaige burned them to a crisp. Angel took one look at their limited supply of batter and exhaled. She extended her left hand at one of the few monitors that for some reason resided in the kitchen. Her tattoos glowed a soft white.
“Executing Phaseshift.”
The gape-mawed Gaige was gently guided away from the frying pan. Angel followed the instructions that had been temporarily etched into her mind. Her pancakes didn’t burn.
Oh, Gaige pouted for a while, but it was hard to pout when there was edible food that wasn’t skag in one’s belly.