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[the_chappy]

With a frown, and too impatient to look for the pot holder, Ryan uses two paper napkins to lift the pot over to the sink.

Paper napkins, however, are poor protection from the heat. Something Ryan learns as it becomes more and more uncomfortable to hold the pot. Teeth clenched, he mutters, "Fucker."

The steam was not helping matters.

The spaghetti drained he, quickly returns the pot to the stove and, just as quickly, returns to the sink to run his hands under the cool water. No blisters or burns, just a slight sting.

Drying his hands, he wonders if he should call David in to wash up before dinner or if he should wait till Elaine got back. He hadn't seen her when he went into the bar but he hadn't looked for long.

He decides to give David a few more minutes outside and returns to the stove to get dinner ready.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine come in from the outside. Her hair is slightly singed, and her knuckles are bruised up a little. She kind of looks like she's been in a rodeo and was kicked off more than once.

But she looks oddly pleased with herself.

"I'm home," she calls sheepishly.