Log; DROPPED;

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When; November 2nd
Rating; PG for mild cussing?
Characters; Jack O'Neill [thorsbuddy] & Vala Mal Doran [riteofmaldoran]
Summary; Angry, Jack wakes a sleeping Vala with his noisy breakfast making. After eating, and cleaning up, the pair decide to make (and bond over) a batch of cookies. In the end, Vala succeeds in putting Jack into a better mood, and the pair both make a new friend.
Log;

Jack muttered under his breath as he moved about the kitchen, "Where the hell-" He swore softly as he dropped the pan he had just picked up, a loud bang echoeing throughout the appartment. Daniel was out at the the library, again and Vala was, hopefully, still passed out in her room, so Jack wasn't too worried that he woke anyone.

Jack set the pan on the stove and turned the element on. He placed some butter in the centre and began rummaging in the fridge while the pan heat up and melted the butter. Jack stood up and placed some eggs and vegetables on the counter and shut the fridge closed with his foot. He washed the vegetables before pulling out a cutting board and knife.

He glanced over at the stove before he began cutting the tomatoes he had pulled out from the fridge and saw that the pan was ready. He cracked a few eggs onto the metal and let them cook. He turned back to the tomatoes and began cutting.

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[thorsbuddy.livejournal.com]

Jack smirked as he scrubbed a touch spot on one of the pans. No matter how hard he tried he just really couldn't imagine the woman in a kitchen baking bread. It was an image that would never fail to bring a smile to his face.

Jack rinsed the pan and handed it over to Vala to dry. He nodded, "Yes. That it is." He added a few more of the dishes to the water in the sink. "It is great fun. The best is making cookies. And pie, pie is always good." Jack nodded again to emphasize his point.

[riteofmaldoran.livejournal.com]

She hummed as she dried the pan, ducking down to place it in a lower cupboard while he spoke. She grinned when she finished, standing up quickly and whirling around with a toss of black curls.

"Well, since you seem to be in such a rotten mood, and we've both agreed on the benefits of baking--- I propose we do just that." She decided, plucking a wet dish from his hand to finish off.

[thorsbuddy.livejournal.com]

Jack just stared blankly at her. Baking? The two of them? Somehow Jack could only see this ending with some sort of disaster befalling the kitchen. He could see it now, flour on every surface, dough randomly placed on the walls and some on the ceiling.

He turned back to the last of the dishes and pondered the idea a moment. He shrugged, "Sure, why not? And since I'm the one in the 'rotten mood', as you so lovingly put it, I get to decide what it is that we're going to bake."