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Jack was up to something, which wasn't unusual, but was a concern. Sure, the other man always had his little projects going on, but this seemed bigger somehow. He was being more secretive than usual, and he had the strangest feeling that the other man had been to see Joe. He'd spent the better part of the day searching the hut for clues, but if Jack was good at anything, it was being sneaky. There was nothing. No clues, no hints, no scraps of information to put together. It was annoying, and it had Logan even more agitated than usual.
Eventually he'd given up, and in the end he'd found himself in the kitchen- trying to cook. He had a cook book open on the counter, and beside him was a bowl of what was almost cake batter. Almost being the key word.
Staring down at the page, he frowned a little and bit his lip. Eggs, he'd added the eggs, the salt, the oil... He went down the list, sure that he'd added everything, and then looked over at the batter. It looked wrong. In fact, it looked inedible. Picking up a wooden spoon, he poked at it before scooping up a little and watching it drip.
"Gross," he muttered to himself.
Linus was sitting on the floor beside him, his tail wagging hopefully as he barked quietly and then whimpered. Logan quirked a brow at the animal and then looked in the bowl again, scooping a little out and dripping some onto the floor where the dog could lap it up. Unfortunately even Linus was appalled, and the golden retriever backed away a little before looking up at Logan with a confused look.
"Really, it's that bad?" he asked the dog.
(Open to all. lt/st welcome.)
Eventually he'd given up, and in the end he'd found himself in the kitchen- trying to cook. He had a cook book open on the counter, and beside him was a bowl of what was almost cake batter. Almost being the key word.
Staring down at the page, he frowned a little and bit his lip. Eggs, he'd added the eggs, the salt, the oil... He went down the list, sure that he'd added everything, and then looked over at the batter. It looked wrong. In fact, it looked inedible. Picking up a wooden spoon, he poked at it before scooping up a little and watching it drip.
"Gross," he muttered to himself.
Linus was sitting on the floor beside him, his tail wagging hopefully as he barked quietly and then whimpered. Logan quirked a brow at the animal and then looked in the bowl again, scooping a little out and dripping some onto the floor where the dog could lap it up. Unfortunately even Linus was appalled, and the golden retriever backed away a little before looking up at Logan with a confused look.
"Really, it's that bad?" he asked the dog.
(Open to all. lt/st welcome.)