[h2][center]Eli[/center][/h2]
[b] Cafeteria [/b]
Eli only dimly registered Eliza entering the room, still somewhat transfixed by the abomination of bakery nestled in the plastic coating of pure hatred he was consuming. How....How could something like this possibly....BE? With resignation, he gently wraps the remaining 'cake' back in the plastic before getting up to throw it away. He was about to start making something before Eliza made the offer herself.  [color=#00bb12]“Oh...That would be appreciated, thank you.”[/color] He says, before dropping the twinkie in the garbage can with an all too satisfying thunk. Normally, he'd be opposed to wasting food. But that was not food. Whatever that was, it had no place in the life of mankind. 

He leans on the counter, only now noticing Caebyn face down in dairy product enduced slumber, the light rustle of Eliza collecting ingredients ringing in the background.  [color=#00bb12]“....I dont suppose you know if thats normal behavior for Ms. Danvers?”[/color]] He asks quietly, looking back over to see the young woman hapazardly attempt to 'cook'. 

 [color=#00bb12]“Uh....”[/color] He begins, watching the second attempt proceed slightly better.  [color=#00bb12]“Are you sure you know what you are do-”[/color] As if on cue, the formerly docile, if ...calcium rich eggs burst into a small mouth of fire. As she rushed to fill something with water, he decided to intervene. 

 [color=#00bb12][b]”Stop!”[/b][/color] He barks harshly, his voice echoing through the cafeteria. He approaches the cabinets calmly, opening one and grabbing a lid and baking soda.  [color=#00bb12]“Throw water on that..”[/color] He says, the harshness of his voice now replaced with his usual indifference.  [color=#00bb12]“and you'll end up making the grease jump out of the pan and spread.”[/color] He casually rips the baking soda box open, moving the pan to the back burner, careful not to spill any of the contents. An unseen flaming bubble pops as the pan comes to rest, landing flaming droplets of grease on his shirt. 

Most of the embers die quickly as they soak into the cotton, so Eli ignores them, instead dumping the baking soda into the pan and firmly placing the lid on. The dying gurgles of the flame echo in the pan for a moment, before it becomes quiet.  [color=#00bb12]“We should let that rest for a while..."[/color]He says, gently patting away the few remaining pin pricks of fire on his shirt. It was decidedly ruined, not polka dotted with holes and scorch marks, reeking of burnt oil. With a sigh he resignedly pulls it off, cleaning it would only worsen the poor garment. He tosses the shirt gently into the garbage before turning back to Eliza.  [color=#00bb12]"Maybe I should take over for breakfast?"[/color], he says, asking permission more so as a courtesy than anything else.

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