Zero and Peter's Apartment, LA, Tuesday Evening

[swerval_zero]

There was nothing wrong here. Nothing to see. Move along, move along.

Zero certainly hadn't set the oven on fire making chocolate chip cookies. She wasn't Twitch. She could cook. So the kitchen filled with smoke and fire extinguisher stuff and the beeping fire alarm and Zero running around pulling her hair and freaking out and shouting into

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[peter__parker]

Peter walked into the apartment after a brief patrol to hear beeping and shouting. And there was smoke. He rushed to the kitchen and asked, "Is everything okay?"

[swerval_zero]

"Yes!" Zero said, looking somewhat like a teal deer caught in the headlights--or, you know, a monologue. "Everything's okay, everything's fine, why wouldn't everything be okay?"

At least part of the answer was that Zero usually said 'swerval' instead of 'okay.' The rest was all around them.

[peter__parker]

"The noise, the smell of smoke, you being freaked out," Peter said. "Those kind of imply that things might not be completely okay."

[swerval_zero]

"Special effects!" Zero lied.