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That definitely wasn’t right. Smoke rose from the stove, the smell of charred apples filling the air. Lovecraft had been tasked with simply watching the apples while the other man ran to do something, how had he burned them?
Steinbeck ran back to the stove within moments of smelling burned food, finding a shocked Lovecraft with a wooden spoon in hand. The blond reached over the food to turn off the flame, moving the pan so it was no longer able to burn. He wafted away the smoke with a towel, soon looking at Lovecraft with an equally shocked expression.
“I watched the apples.”
Lovecraft was the first to speak, managing to pull a laugh from the other. Of course, he should’ve known to be specific with instructions.
“Watching them means to make sure they don’t burn. You still have to stir them every so often. I’ll make another batch, make sure you pay attention.”
Wasting food was unfortunate, but nothing unexpected in the process of teaching an eldritch horror to cook.