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Post by Selena L. Strup on Dec 25, 2009 17:44:52 GMT
Hmm, Diane seemed to be acting a little strange... oh well! It's probably nothing. "Sure, I like brocolli too! How do you cook that?" |
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 25, 2009 20:14:29 GMT
"uuuuum..." she said slowly, looking madly through the cupboards before saying "Aha!" pulling out a steamer. It was heavier than she'd expected and her hands slipped as it crashed to the floor, the pieces falling everywhere. She swore softly, trying to lift it but finding it slipping through her fingers every time.
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Post by Selena L. Strup on Dec 26, 2009 16:03:04 GMT
Selena flinched when she heard that weird cooking appliance fall to the floor. Her eyes widened as Diane kept dropping it over and over and... "How in the...? I-is something... something wrong, Diane?" |
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 27, 2009 2:33:45 GMT
She smiled widely, though it was clear that she was deeply frustrated with herself, "I'm fine. Just... Help?" she asked after it slipped a final time and she gave up.
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Post by Selena L. Strup on Dec 27, 2009 13:21:27 GMT
"Okay." Selena picked it up and put it on the counter. "So, um... what does this thing do? Do you think it still works? Are your hands sweaty?" |
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 27, 2009 15:08:20 GMT
She smiled at the last suggestion, "I'm fine," she repeated, "I'm just on some funky medication..." she explained. Well, she was on the medication, but that wasn't causing the problem but trying to conteract it.
"Right," she said, looking at the steamer, and putting on all of the shelves with a little difficulty. "You put water in the bottom and it basically steams your food, like a sauna. Makes it really nice and super healthy."
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Post by Selena L. Strup on Dec 27, 2009 16:11:48 GMT
"Medication, huh... Hmm... I'm sorry, I don't really understand. But will you be okay?"
"Cool, so now we put the broccoli and carrots in there?" |
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 27, 2009 16:16:05 GMT
She smiled, starting to put water into the machine. "Exactly. We'll put the potatoes in her for a little too to soften them up before they're... roasted, did we decide on?" she asked. Her memory still wasn't exactly perfect. "And seriously, stop worrying about me. I have a mild concussion which'll fade in the next couple of days... or was it weeks?" she shook her head. "I'm fine though, honest."
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