Post by Maria Chevau on Jun 17, 2013 10:27:08 GMT -5
A pan went flying through the room a various assortment of cutlery floating in the air. She hadn't found the knives yet, as those living in the manor had figured out that keeping them locked and where she didn't know where they were was a good idea. She hadn't figured it out yet this time. Still, she could have her fun.
The fridge opened a couple of eggs floating out while a frying pan hit the stove. Cracking the eggs into it Maria hummed as they began to cook. There was seasoning that she had to add, but she wasn't sure what would be good. Various spices floated over the salt and pepper being added along with a dash of a mix of spices that she wasn't too sure about.
With the eggs finished she happily floated them out of the pan and tried to eat them.
They promptly fell flat to the floor.
The fridge opened a couple of eggs floating out while a frying pan hit the stove. Cracking the eggs into it Maria hummed as they began to cook. There was seasoning that she had to add, but she wasn't sure what would be good. Various spices floated over the salt and pepper being added along with a dash of a mix of spices that she wasn't too sure about.
With the eggs finished she happily floated them out of the pan and tried to eat them.
They promptly fell flat to the floor.
