[color=forestgreen]"Both?"[/color] she echoed, her brow scrunching in contemplation.  Moments passed listening to the rain as gears visibly turned in Grace's head.  [color=forestgreen]"Alright,"[/color] she finally answered, her face breaking into a smile.  [color=forestgreen]"I have a way to do both!  If you'll start the ricemaker, I can begin frying some veggies."[/color]

Grace pulled open the closet just outside the kitchen and retrieved her favorite apron from its hook on the back of the door.  It was a soft blue, and a peace sign with every color in the rainbow covered the chest.  She pulled it on over her hoodie and capris, tying it quickly behind her back before diving into the fridge once more.

[color=forestgreen]"So you should have seen Miri at work today,"[/color] Grace commented, starting up the conversation.  [color=forestgreen]"I'm sorting through our dubstep tracks when she walks over, waving her phone.  'You have to play this one,' she tells me.  I put an earbud in and almost screamed; there wasn't anything but over-electrified guitar chords and feedback loops.  'I can't play that on air!' I told her, but she kept trying all day.  Something about 'the next era for music,' she insisted."[/color]  Grace laughed happily.  [color=forestgreen]"I mean, the station is hardly radio classical, but that was just too much for anyone who's not Miri."[/color]