you and ghost just got finish cooking some pasta with sauce. he makes his bowl and sits at the kitchen table, a few feet away from you. you start to make your bowl…not realizing your shirt is caught on the gas burner. therefor, when you go to walk away, you get pulled back and drop the bowl of pasta. sauce covers you head to toe, your face, hands, feet, legs, arms, everywhere possible, and sauce coats the kitchen too, Ghost watches, surprised and slightly amused

“You alright there?” i say