"Sonata, I was literally in the other room, you said you were going to make a bowl of cereal, why was the microwave on fire?" Adagio asked incredulously, still clutching the fire extinguisher like a reliquary of a lost god and looking at the melted wreckage of what was once a nicely outfitted and modern kitchen in horrified dismay.
"I decided I wanted soup, but I wanted a lot of it, so I put three cans in the microwave for seven minutes." Came the chipper and utterly oblivious reply, Sonata had since decided that cereal would indeed do and was shoveling in an alarmingly large amount at a pace that would make a golden retriever balk. Adagio was reasonably certain she wasn't even chewing. Like a duck.
"You -" Realizing that her voice was about four octaves too high for polite conversation and that she was about to start shrieking, Adagio did an abrupt about face and headed to the nearest window to air out the smoke. After taking a few cleansing breaths she tried again. "Just to be clear, you put the whole cans in? You didn't even open them and put them in a bowl?" Realizing that she was still holding on to the extinguisher one handed and absently brandishing it like a cudgel, the siren leader carefully put it down lest she decide to test whether or not Sonata's skull was really that dense.
Pausing in her attempts to lick the bowl clean, Sonata looked up suddenly, "Well, no. I was hungry, that would take too long." Cheerfully getting up from the table and tossing the bowl in the sink haphazardly, Sonata skipped out of the kitchen without a care in the world.
The blonde siren staggered over to a seat, staring vacantly into space and trying desperately to make sense of what just happened. Her head made an impressive bang as her face met the solid wood of the slightly blackened table, it felt somehow cathartic. She did it again. Twice. "I need a drink."
Well... Sonata's math is not totally off regarding the soup, but maybe she needs a kids show about putting metal in the microwave or to at least watch Gremlins 2.
Fitting, although I always imagined Sonata as the cook of the threesome.
Is eating cereal quickly something golden retrievers are known for? Because I haven't heard this analogy before.
These are placed all around the house, Dagi head height.
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One of my neighbor's golden retrievers once ate a whole cob of corn and got it stuck in her throat. It required a bit of surgery to get it out. Apparently, dogs like to see if a thing is good by using their mouth, and that can result in things being eaten, be it vegetable or something completely inedible. Like homework. Or shoes. So yeah, I guess it'd make sense that there'd be a golden retriever out there that will wolf literally everything down. Because it tastes good. Because dog :3
I like the beginning, you have some lovely descriptions.
We don't need no water let the mother fucker burn
This is a great opening fic XD. I'm glad I started reading this ^_^.
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*Your story made me think of that clip XD.*
love that simpsons reference at the end.