Likewise, Crimson. Now, then... [Fred approached, uncapping the bottle of cooking oil as she did.]
Just a little bit... [Fred started to pour the liquid onto the plastic, then frowned. It wasn't spreading very well, mostly dripping onto Crimson. With a grimace of distaste, she started to spread it around the plastic with the first two fingers of her right hand.
She was using too much of it, trying to coat all the plastic she could reach. Annoying... now she would have to buy a new bottle on her way home, as she had snatched this one off the kitchen counter on her way out the door... it was possible Composer or 00 would need it tonight, if they wanted to cook.]
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Date: 2010-09-23 03:30 am (UTC)Just a little bit... [Fred started to pour the liquid onto the plastic, then frowned. It wasn't spreading very well, mostly dripping onto Crimson. With a grimace of distaste, she started to spread it around the plastic with the first two fingers of her right hand.
She was using too much of it, trying to coat all the plastic she could reach. Annoying... now she would have to buy a new bottle on her way home, as she had snatched this one off the kitchen counter on her way out the door... it was possible Composer or 00 would need it tonight, if they wanted to cook.]