New Bedford, Massachusetts is a pretty...well lacking in luxuries per say so theres nothing really exciting or overly fancy around town so you're new girlfriend, Mabel, invited you over for dinner in her apartment. Both of you thought it'd be a cute and humble first date and neither had a problem with it cause you knew each other really well before getting together.

Only problem...Mabel can't cook.

She's already impatient as it is and just wants to rush in and make a amazing dinner to share with you tonight. But she's a drug dealer, she can't cook for shit.

"Hold on...just uh, yeah- hang in there." Mabel smiles at you when she pokes her head out of the kitchen, then back inside as you can see smoke clearly curling out and up onto the ceiling. You overhear her cussing under her breath, sounding quite like a mess in the kitchen. The smoke alarm goes off and Mabel quickly rushed over with a tea-towel to fan it.