"I acquit myself decently," he concedes, letting out an almost-surprised huff of breath as she pokes him with her foot. "One of the things I had to learn a little about, once it was just me at Black Elm." He'd started out subsisting on chicken rolls and frozen convenience store burritos--what fifteen-year-old boy wouldn't, when left to his own devices?--but in addition to being terrible those things cost money he hadn't entirely been able to spare, once the reality of his situation truly set in. Bernadette had left behind some cookbooks, though, and he'd applied himself first to learning a few of the simpler-looking ones, then some of the more complex when he managed not to cook up anything too vile.
That, of course, would come a few years later, with a very different sort of experiment and a tarry sludge at the base of a ruined stockpot.
"I'll have to make you dinner one night soon," he continues. "Then you can compare."
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Date: 2019-12-30 08:26 am (UTC)That, of course, would come a few years later, with a very different sort of experiment and a tarry sludge at the base of a ruined stockpot.
"I'll have to make you dinner one night soon," he continues. "Then you can compare."