[Accidental video]

[poem_in_despair]

Ano... I-I don't think this is right...

[Crona looks at the pile of burnt pans with pancake batter spattered all over the counter. There's a few semi-burnt pancakes, or what are supposed to be pancakes, sitting on a plate on the one of the few clear spaces on the tabletops.]

'Course it ain't right! You're an idiot, that's why! Start again, I'll

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[timisnotme]

*Smirk* Need some help?

[poem_in_despair]

No!

I-I don't know how to deal w-with burning things..!

[timisnotme]

You're probably cooking them on too high a heat. You know the dining room will make pancakes for you. And save you the trouble.

[poem_in_despair]

. . .

...It... I-It does...?

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[unseen_maple]

[When he saw the cooking!fail video Mattie decided he better go down and make sure there's no kitchen catastrophes. So now he's hovering in the kitchen doorway trying to gain Crona's attention.]

Ummm.... Crona? Co- Could I offer you some advice?

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[poem_in_despair]

[Crona jumps and looks to where the voice came from nervously.]

Crona doesn't need any advice from you. We're doing fine!

[Action]

[unseen_maple]

You won't have any edible pancakes at this rate. Let me help you.

[Action]

[poem_in_despair]

...M-Maybe... Maybe we should...

We'll have good ones! Crona can have the burnt ones!

But I don't know how to deal with burnt food...

Late tag is late 8|

[tech_challenged]

[Sh'lainn doesn't really trust the dining room food. Unfortunately, though, she also can't really cook. So she has been eating lots of sandwiches. And raw vegetables.

She pauses in the kitchen doorway, blinking at this odd site. Less at the thing growing from Crona's back and more at the fact that they're so BAD at cooking....]

Better than non-taggage...I really should be tagging people 8| ;;;;

[poem_in_despair]

Idiot! You did it wrong again!

B-but I did what y-you said...!

[Crona panics slightly as they try to smother out the flames from the frying pan after moving it.]

[tech_challenged]

[Sh'lainn's torn between not intruding and trying to help. She eventually decides on the latter.]

Maybe y'should find a cookbook?

[poem_in_despair]

[Crona lets out a small squeak of surprise and they tense from the unknown voice, afraid to turn around. Ragnarok, however, is not.]

Mind your own damned business!