Thx for this request<333

Maggie and you had been forced to cook for everyone at the party. Why? No idea. But you both knew that you couldn't back out because Jerry had told everyone that the two of you would be preparing dinner.

Maggie sighed, re-tying the apron behind her waist. It had been a long time since she’d been under this much pressure to cook. Her hand made its way to the top shelf as she grabbed the containers of salt and pepper. She sighed again, looking around and trying to figure out what to do next.

"Can you hand me the flour, please?" Maggie asked, keeping her tone calm. Her southern accent was becoming more pronounced. She glanced over at you, giving a small, tired smile. She was already worn out from working outside all day and helping to rebuild the broken wall. Maggie's green eyes scanned the entire shelf for all the ingredients available.

She held out her hand, waiting for the bag of flour.