Zero and Peter's Apartment, LA, Tuesday Evening

[swerval_zero]

There was nothing wrong here. Nothing to see. Move along, move along.

Zero certainly hadn't set the oven on fire making chocolate chip cookies. She wasn't Twitch. She could cook. So the kitchen filled with smoke and fire extinguisher stuff and the beeping fire alarm and Zero running around pulling her hair and freaking out and shouting into her cell phone that the fire department didn't need to come, she had it under control, well, those were all figments of the imagination. Really.

Today was not a good day in LA.

((Open for the boyfriend, or phone calls or e-mails, if you want!))

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter still got the water and brought it to her. "Look, you're not hurt at all. That's the important thing."

[swerval_zero]

"The stove is hurt," Zero mumbled. "'n Twitch'll laugh and laugh."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Well, I hear that's what brothers are for," Peter said. "You'll live."

"But how bad off is the stove?"

[swerval_zero]

"Uh," said Zero. "How do you feel about takeout?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I can live on it for a while," Peter said.