From Russia With Love

[lilbrownspyder]

Recluse -- Stephanie, now -- frowned at the tablet as she glanced at the two pots she had on the stove. No one here made even the drinks she remembered from Russia. Sbiten seemed fairly easy. The recipe for kvass she found seemed long rather than difficult. She filled two post with water and turned the stove on. It all seemed to go well until she went to toast the bread for the kvass a second time. Smoke filled the kitchen, setting off the smoke alarm. She cursed in Russian, shoving a towel under the spigot.

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[seismic_shockwave]

"... what the MOTHERFUCK is going on in here?" As soon as Kayla smelled the smoke, she dashed into the kitchen, wondering if it was some oft of supervillain. Her usual effort to control her profanity was forgotten in the total horror of smelling smoke coming from the kitchen. Hana was not going to be happy, and neither was she. Instead, she found Recluse- called Stephanie now, she remembered, doing her best to contain the mess created by, well, whatever it was precisely she was making.

"What are you doing? It's after goddamn midnight." Kayla took a deep breath. "Why are you in the kitchen- you're not supposed to be in here." She took a quick look around her. Another deep breath. There didn't appear to be any actual damage. That at least was good.

"You can't come in here and cook whatever. This is a working kitchen that has to follow health codes. And now I have to drop everything-" Everything included a girlfriend who was being more than slightly affectionate, which added a whole new layer of frustration to Kayla's unhappiness. "-and direct you how to clean this properly so Hana and I can use this properly again."