Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183350/@comment-25828117-20190909150000

The telltale hum of the fridge had become a recognisable noise to Willy's ears. At this point he couldn't imagine living without one, after all, back at home with Kyle and Joan they didn't have a way to store things nice and cold but the basement.

The farmhand looked down the shelves for something to eat. Over these past few days the contents had steadily decreased and now there was only powdered milk and eggs. As well as a lot of empty sauce bottles which were practically empty but he had put them back just in case he really wanted to scrape those things out.

Just to be sure Willy checked the shelves again. There had to be something to eat.

Annoyed that the situation hadn't altered he slammed the door shut and scratched hs buzzed hair.

Where were the others? Why did it take so long for them to finish their mission...? Or if it was hide & seek, playing it for days on end just wasn't fun anymore.

Willy walked aimlessly around the kitchen and then opened the fridge door again. The comforting hum returned as the lights inside turned on and the cool air hit his face.

Still as empty as it was before. Willy wondered why he'd think it would've changed this time.

Maybe. He had to stop eating pre-made things and actually start cooking for himself. But that idea scared him. He would sometimes help Joan cook, but he could never do something as difficult on his own. But what was the alternative? No food? That, Willy couldn't abide, and so he mustered all his strength and took the powdered eggs and milk out and raided the kitchen cabinets for a bowl.

Once he found one, he poured the powdered foodstuff together and then started stirring it with his hand. That seemed right.

The former farmhand stirred for maybe ten minutes straight but nothing seemed to happen. This wasn't starting to look like anything Joan had ever made yet, he was missing something.

Water!

Willy quickly dashed to get some bottles of water and then poured them out into the bowl. Now it looked like a thick yellow sludge. A bit like that dough that Joan allowed him to taste at times. Willy, reminded of this tasting, drank from the broth and although it didn't taste anything like that dough, it wasn't too bad.

But the next step would be to put it in the oven if he remembered correctly.

So there the bowl went.

Willy turned all the dials on the oven on just to be sure he was getting the right one and stood back, proud of himself. He was cooking. If only Joan and Kyle could see him now.