#Chapter233

“Stop being so melodramatic, it’s just one Tv dinner… you’re such a food snob. I can handle a plastic tray of food for one meal.” I roll my eyes and watch the toaster for something to do, listening to him heavy breathing through an obvious panic attack.

“You did take it out of the plastic, right? Checked it wasn’t a microwave meal, instead of an oven meal, though, right?” He sounds strained, rambling like a weirdo. I can tell his nerves are probably a little frayed right now. Arry has a womanly love for his kitchen and all his gadgets in here. He’s a bit of a freak about...