Susan Evensong Fri Jul 10, 2015 7:01 pm
The man happily marches upstairs and upon locating Susan scoops her up into another bone crushing hug.
"Father! What have you been doing? You didn't cook anything, did you?"
"No! I was just talking with Azazel about your gift! ....Buuuuut, cooking is a great idea! What is gift giving on an empty stomach?"
The man happily strolls towards the kitchen with Susan frantically following behind.
"F
ather! No! You don't cook, you barely know how to work the stove!""Don't be silly. Things like technical knowhow are nothing compared to the SPIRIT with which you cook!" He declares already pulling out pots and pans.
The next hour is a flurry of Fredworthy attempting to cook and Susan frantically following behind preventing total destruction. Putting out fires here, stopping Fredworthy from pouring in an entire shaker of salt there.
Finally, Fredworthy proudly brings a skilletful of what looks like actually edible food. (Thanks largely to Susan.)
She collapses exhausted into a chair as her father forces a plateful towards her. Defeated, she stuffs a forkful into her mouth.
"It is delicious father." She says in a resigned voice.
"I'm so glad you think so!" He says as he pushes a plate towards Azazel.
"Oh dear, what did I come up here for, again?"