>>18211964>"YEAH!" Andi greets Lillith's attempts to sing and cook along with her with enthusiastic approval as she grabs a cast-iron griddle and a bit of grease from the refrigerator.
>"Grease the pan, bayyyyyyby / >I broke the shellllls and won / >NA-nana-na-na....."Andi pantomimes an air-guitar motion using the griddle as a guitar body as she rubs the grease around the griddle's surface, and does a bit of light headbanging, then sets it on the stove amidst the rising flames. She pours the liquid egg onto the griddle, then twirls away to the refrigerator, where she grabs a block of cheese. While the egg is cooking in a circle, she grates cheese over it, most of it fortunately landing in the center.
>"Keep it cooking, cookin', cookin', I'm not burning anything....."The trouble is that Andi herself is not a very good cook either, with the sorts of skills you develop when you're raiding the fridge of whoever let you couch-surf at their place for a couple days and trying to get done and out of their way as quickly as possible. However, fortune does seem to be smiling on her today; what's coming together in the pan under her efforts is lumpy, misshapen, unevenly cooked, but nonetheless in danger of resembling a servicable, simple cheese omelette.
That is, if a servicable cheese omelette had bits of grass stirred in it. Which it typically does not.
Andi celebrates her impending culinary triumph by doing a twirl in place, grabbing it a wooden spoon, and shaking it in the air like it's a rattle to the rhythm in her mind she's dancing to. She looks over to Lillith with a smile to see how she's getting on.
