"I'm afraid I'm having trouble with one of the appliances," he explained, ever cheerful, as he led him towards the second-floor kitchenette. If he was honest, he was surprised the boy was being so obliging, but there were plenty of children here with military training. Plenty of children who were just incredibly helpful, too. It was hard to say which one this boy was just yet.
The corridor outside the kitchen smelled faintly of smoke and charred popcorn. Shōryū smiled without any particular embarassment, and pushed the door open. The windows were all wide open, to let the air clear, and his first batch of popcorn was a smoking wreck of paper and corn in the dustbin.
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Date: 2011-02-12 05:47 pm (UTC)The corridor outside the kitchen smelled faintly of smoke and charred popcorn. Shōryū smiled without any particular embarassment, and pushed the door open. The windows were all wide open, to let the air clear, and his first batch of popcorn was a smoking wreck of paper and corn in the dustbin.
"Do you know how to use a microwave?"