-- THE FIRST TIME THIS HAD HAPPENED, ezra had sworn it was a once-in-a-lifetime sort of experience. that it was something he could tell the story of at parties or reminisce about now and then for a good laugh. but that morning right around 11 am, he’d gotten a call from athena with the same story as last time, and a minute later ez was on his feet, grabbing a box of baking soda out of the pantry and bolting out the door. the jog to the daniels household was short ( quite literally the next house over ) and he didn’t even bother to knock, bursting through the front door and making a beeline for the kitchen where a pan on the stove was on fire ( or rather, whatever was in the pan was on fire, but at this point he couldn’t care less about specifics ), the flames dangerously close to touching the fan above it. with an exasperated sigh, he tore open the box of baking soda and dumped the contents onto the fire, his body as far away from the stove as possible as the fire slowly fizzled out into nothing. he exhaled deeply, leaning back against the kitchen island with his hands bracing the edge of the countertop, one arm lifting momentarily to wipe sweat from his forehead with his wrist. “you owe me a box of baking soda. also, you’re welcome.” // @athcnadanicls