Oct 24, 2015
flxrtiisms:
“Oh come on, aren’t you like the cook or somethin? Fixing food for us hungry kids is your job? Just something quick, please. I’m starving.” She even used the magic word. “Or I’ll just raid the kitchen myself.”
“After ten o’clock at night, I’m not.” She presses her flour covered hands against the metal worktop. “That’s my job during my working hours,” she says with a soft sigh, “Fine, fine.” She doesn’t like it when the students help themselves in the kitchen, especially since she’s come to think of the kitchens as hers. “Since you asked nicely, I’ll fix you something.” She pushes aside the bread dough, quickly covering the top of the bowl with cling film as she clears the space in front of her.
“What do you want?”
