>>18212283>[A serviceable, simple cheese omelette. There is definitely one of those in the kitchen between the two... well, let's not say 'chefs'. Andi turns to see how Lillith is going and...]>[It's not pretty.]Lillith has filled several pots with seemingly a dozen eggs, with layers of grass and sugar underneath. Andi spots a full pot of the concoction teeter and fall to the floor with a crash. Something was burning -- indeed, something is well past 'burning' and is now at 'burnt', softly smoking off to the side. The floor is a mess of egg shells, which hardly seems possible considering how many are still in the creation in front of Lillith. Lillith does not flinch or move a muscle as she stares at one fry pan in front of her.
The creation is a charred mess, and Lillith slowly raises her head to look Andi. Lillith's red eyes burn with fire that not even the crystal clear waters of Andi's baby blues could extinguish. The muscles on Lillith's biceps bulge, and the air hangs heavy as Lillith begins to speak.
"NEW GIRL."
. . .
"LILLITH MAKE COOK. LILLITH FOOD LOOK VERY TASTY. LILLITH WANT EAT RIGHT NOW."
"HOW NEW GIRL? NEW GIRL MAKE HAPPY FOOD?"
