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What's For Dinner?
Angela: [opening the cabinet door] what do you think we should have for dinner tonight Steve?
Steve: I don’t know, what do you feel like making? [He grins]
Angela: [laughing] Well, we have those steaks you bought at the store the other day… how about those?
Steve: [gasp] But that means I actually have to cook!
Angela: Oh my gosh, the world is going to end if you grill two steaks for dinner! We can’t have that, now can we?
Steve: No we can’t… considering I would probably burn them…
Angela: Well then, I guess I’ll just have to make something from scratch.
Steve: Oh darn. And I was so looking forward to charring our dinner…
Angela: [motions towards the cabinet she had just walked away from] Would you be a dear and grab me a box of that pasta you always like? I can make that with the chicken I bought at the store today.
Steve: Sure. Top shelf, right?
Angela: Yeah. [As he brings it over] Thanks.
[She starts pouring the pasta into the pot when Steve wraps his arms around her waist and rests his head on her shoulder]
Angela: you trying to watch me cook so you can make this for me someday? [her eyebrow raises in surprise]
Steve: [pause] Maybe.
Angela: My husband, actually attempting to learn to cook! It’s a miracle! [She laughs]
Steve: Hey, you don’t give me enough credit! [Pause] And your water is boiling over, by the way.
[Angela looks at the pot to see water boiling over the edges, sizzling as each drop hits the hot stove. She quickly grabs the handle of the pot and moves it to one of the back burners, allowing it to cool down a little]
Angela: If you hadn’t been distracting me…
[She turns around and leans her hand on the edge of the stove, but leaps away as soon as her hand touches the hot metal]
Angela: OW! SON OF A --!!! [She shakes her hand frantically]
Steve: Ange, you okay? How badly did you burn yourself? Here, run your hand under some cold water to ease the swelling.
[He takes her hand gently and runs it under cool, running water. He glances at her, watching for her reactions]
Angela: [she squeezes her eyes shut] God that hurt!
Steve: [concern shows in his eyes] Are you sure you’re okay? I can get you an ice pack if you want…?
Angela: No, it’s fine. I don’t know if I want to finish supper now though…
Steve: That’s okay, we don’t have to have the pasta. We can have that another day. How about we just order pizza and watch a movie together?
Angela: Yeah, that sounds nice. [She smiles] I’ll grab the phone.