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I wrote something! Well, just a drabble for the mitt fic group, but it has Warren and Andrew and the oven-mitt (and Jonathan too).
Inedible
Andrew was cooking again. Jonathan grimaced at the smell of burnt food wafting through the lair. He turned to Warren who was sitting at a computer terminal.
"Why do you keep getting him to cook? It’s always inedible."
"Because I’m sick of take-out, that’s why."
Jonathan went back to his book. "I’m sick of burnt shit."
A few moments later, Andrew appeared in the doorway, a tray covered in a burnt mess held in his oven-mitt clad hands. Warren cringed at the thought of eating the stuff but it was worth every disgusting mouthful to see Andrew in those oven-mitts.
Inedible
Andrew was cooking again. Jonathan grimaced at the smell of burnt food wafting through the lair. He turned to Warren who was sitting at a computer terminal.
"Why do you keep getting him to cook? It’s always inedible."
"Because I’m sick of take-out, that’s why."
Jonathan went back to his book. "I’m sick of burnt shit."
A few moments later, Andrew appeared in the doorway, a tray covered in a burnt mess held in his oven-mitt clad hands. Warren cringed at the thought of eating the stuff but it was worth every disgusting mouthful to see Andrew in those oven-mitts.
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