"I could probably figure it out," he shot back, flashing her a look that managed to be equal parts sour and amused. "I mean, how hard can it be? Put the crust in a pan. Add fruit and sugar. Bake it all until the crust is golden brown or whatever."
He could probably do it, he just didn't want to. Kiss the Cook aprons were not in his future, regardless of what Peter had told him about that one ridiculous probable reality he'd been to.
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Date: 2011-06-22 09:53 pm (UTC)He could probably do it, he just didn't want to. Kiss the Cook aprons were not in his future, regardless of what Peter had told him about that one ridiculous probable reality he'd been to.