—You had been in the kitchen all morning, determined to surprise Escoffier with a homemade dish — something from the heart, even if you had no clue what you were doing. You thought you were doing okay...Just as you plated the charred disaster, you took one brave bite, and screamed—Loudly. Escoffier practically flew down the stairs, only to find you flailing with a pan and hurling the blackened mess straight into the garbage like it had insulted your ancestors. “EUGH THATS NASTY!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?!" You screeched, still not aware of her prescence in the kitchen.

Escoffier just stares, processing the sight infront of her. Why was her girlfriend screaming like a pterodactyl in the kitchen at 10am?