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║ thirty-fifth stanza ║ video
Jun. 28th, 2010 09:59 pm[The frame is rocking slightly as the video feed opens, from its position resting on the counter next to a tray nearly full of raw meatballs. Todd has a grimace on his face as he forms the last of them with his hands, clearly not pleased to be handling them. After he places the last one down, he takes a moment to survey the tray.]
I think there might actually be too many...
[An out-of-focus figure in the background moves closer, as Neil abandons his scrutiny of one of the (several) pots on the stovetop to come inspect the tray of meatballs. Some scattered packages and wrappers and half-chopped vegetables on the counter attest to the fact that, yes, they've done this all by themselves.]
I don't think there's too many. I mean, how can there be, we'll just... have to eat more of them. Or have them tomorrow.
Well, I guess we can do that... as long as they fit in the pot.
[Todd laughs slightly, picking up the tray to deposit it into the oven. One such wrapper, a bit of clear plastic, clings to the bottom of the tray as it's lifted off the counter. Thus, he focuses on the balancing act of shifting the weight of the tray to one hand, trying to keep it steady as he moves his other hand to remove the plastic.]
Uh,
[Neil says rather doubtfully, glancing at the stove before turning his attention back to Todd, raising a hand to help support the slightly wobbly metal as the other boy peels off the plastic. He grins a bit sheepishly; clearly they have not thought things through entirely.]
We might... need another one.
Might?
[Tray back in both hands, he turns - very carefully and slowly, to minimize the crowding of the tray with the other boy in the kitchen - and eyes the stove. Definitely not large enough.]
... yeah. We might.
Well.
[There's a certain sighing resignation in his tone as he steps back and glances at an open cookbook propped against the wall, before stooping to open the oven door for the meatballs. At least they've remembered to preheat the oven.
The meatballs, at least, are carefully deposited into the oven, which is one thing thankfully taken care of and out of their hands. After he straightens, he glances at Neil with an arched brow.]
We do have another pot, right?
[Neil looks at the large pot, which is bubbling, and has been bubbling for quite some time. Maybe they shouldn't have started the pasta and the meatballs at the same time. He chews at his lip.]
I think there's one more big one, in the cabinet?
[Todd casts an uncertain glance at the bubbling pot as he turns to open the cabinet, going in search of the fabled other pot. Really, it seemed like a good idea at the time. After a moment...]
I don't see it.
Well I know we had one...
[Kneeling to try another cabinet, Neil methodically stacks assorted pans and pots on the floor besides him, mostly out of the way, before finally pulling out something big enough to hold the plethora of meatballs, handing it upwards.
Pot in hand, Todd turns... to find that the pasta is now boiling over. With a startled yelp, he fumbles with the pot in his hands a moment, just managing to not drop it, and lunges towards the stove to turn off the burner.
That startled sound startles Neil in turn, and he sort of hops back, right... into the pile of pans, which teeters and crashes. It's not high enough to cause any damage or hurt him, but it makes a hell of a noise.
Todd just manages to get the burner turned off before the pots fall. When they crash to the floor, though, the clatter again startles him and he jumps away - and towards the device, which his hand collides with, sending that to the floor as well and, thankfully, turning it off before the City is privy to further domestic failings.]
[ooc: Oops. Blue is Todd. Green is Neil. Fail is universally applicable.]
I think there might actually be too many...
[An out-of-focus figure in the background moves closer, as Neil abandons his scrutiny of one of the (several) pots on the stovetop to come inspect the tray of meatballs. Some scattered packages and wrappers and half-chopped vegetables on the counter attest to the fact that, yes, they've done this all by themselves.]
I don't think there's too many. I mean, how can there be, we'll just... have to eat more of them. Or have them tomorrow.
Well, I guess we can do that... as long as they fit in the pot.
[Todd laughs slightly, picking up the tray to deposit it into the oven. One such wrapper, a bit of clear plastic, clings to the bottom of the tray as it's lifted off the counter. Thus, he focuses on the balancing act of shifting the weight of the tray to one hand, trying to keep it steady as he moves his other hand to remove the plastic.]
Uh,
[Neil says rather doubtfully, glancing at the stove before turning his attention back to Todd, raising a hand to help support the slightly wobbly metal as the other boy peels off the plastic. He grins a bit sheepishly; clearly they have not thought things through entirely.]
We might... need another one.
Might?
[Tray back in both hands, he turns - very carefully and slowly, to minimize the crowding of the tray with the other boy in the kitchen - and eyes the stove. Definitely not large enough.]
... yeah. We might.
Well.
[There's a certain sighing resignation in his tone as he steps back and glances at an open cookbook propped against the wall, before stooping to open the oven door for the meatballs. At least they've remembered to preheat the oven.
The meatballs, at least, are carefully deposited into the oven, which is one thing thankfully taken care of and out of their hands. After he straightens, he glances at Neil with an arched brow.]
We do have another pot, right?
[Neil looks at the large pot, which is bubbling, and has been bubbling for quite some time. Maybe they shouldn't have started the pasta and the meatballs at the same time. He chews at his lip.]
I think there's one more big one, in the cabinet?
[Todd casts an uncertain glance at the bubbling pot as he turns to open the cabinet, going in search of the fabled other pot. Really, it seemed like a good idea at the time. After a moment...]
I don't see it.
Well I know we had one...
[Kneeling to try another cabinet, Neil methodically stacks assorted pans and pots on the floor besides him, mostly out of the way, before finally pulling out something big enough to hold the plethora of meatballs, handing it upwards.
Pot in hand, Todd turns... to find that the pasta is now boiling over. With a startled yelp, he fumbles with the pot in his hands a moment, just managing to not drop it, and lunges towards the stove to turn off the burner.
That startled sound startles Neil in turn, and he sort of hops back, right... into the pile of pans, which teeters and crashes. It's not high enough to cause any damage or hurt him, but it makes a hell of a noise.
Todd just manages to get the burner turned off before the pots fall. When they crash to the floor, though, the clatter again startles him and he jumps away - and towards the device, which his hand collides with, sending that to the floor as well and, thankfully, turning it off before the City is privy to further domestic failings.]
[ooc: Oops. Blue is Todd. Green is Neil. Fail is universally applicable.]