The demon reappeared in the doorway just to lean there bare-chested on the frame as if the angel's distance muffled words hadn't been heard.
"Stove?"
Oh yea, stove... he could stove. Wouldn't be that difficult. Crowley shrugged and returned to his work. This was actually his first 'cooking' experience. 6000 years and he had never once found the need to lift a pot or warm up a burner. It was pretty simple though, one just turned a dial and then opened a window to let the smoke out when the brew bubbled over. It was fine!
At least the soup itself made it safely to a bowl, was warmed through, and the burnt flavor was only in the air. This soup joined the napkin and a spoon on a tray and was carried in to be placed down by the angel's bedside.
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"Stove?"
Oh yea, stove... he could stove. Wouldn't be that difficult. Crowley shrugged and returned to his work. This was actually his first 'cooking' experience. 6000 years and he had never once found the need to lift a pot or warm up a burner. It was pretty simple though, one just turned a dial and then opened a window to let the smoke out when the brew bubbled over. It was fine!
At least the soup itself made it safely to a bowl, was warmed through, and the burnt flavor was only in the air. This soup joined the napkin and a spoon on a tray and was carried in to be placed down by the angel's bedside.