It was hell. Hell, in the form of sticky, white batter.
Okay, so maybe Hell was an extreme, but Kennedy was sure she'd rather face anything Hell could send her then what she was heading towards. A pancake appocolypse.
It had started simply enough. It was only four in the morning, and the kitchen staff (which consisted of three chefs and a few other little kitchen fairies of the not literal kind) was not in for another three hours. That left a hungry dark haired slayer up to her own devices. Her own pathetic, domestically challenged, devices.
Though it was a saturday and she'd taken Willow out the night before, Kennedy just couldn't sleep. She went for a short patrol, but after dusting three vamps, the double H's quickly set in. However, since her witchy girlfriend was still tucked in bed, she'd have to worry abou the other problem- food.
Kennedy loved food. She always had. But she couldn't cook worth shit. That led to the current mess in the kitchen, a box of pancake mix overturned on one of the island counters, and eggs and milk spilt on the counter and floors. There was butter on the stove and a plate of burnt pancakes next to the stove. Now, to add to her stress, the pancake that was currently on the griddle was bubbling, but she didn't think these were normal bubbles. More like little monster bubbles. They were big, and they'd keep getting bigger and bigger and then they'd pop and explode at her. Oh yes, they aimed for her. Kennedy knew.
Finally, she heard help arrive. The annoyingly-her-age sister of the annoyingly original slayer bounced into the kitchen, but stopped dead at the site. She held back a laugh as she saw the troubled slayer, covered in the white concoction. Kennedy looked at her and asked nonchalantely, "Do you need something?"
"Nope. Just grabbin' some O.J." Dawn stated, quickly getting what she'd came for and left. A few minutes later, Willow entered in her cute purple silk pajamas and stood watching her lover. Finally, Kennedy looked at her, pouting, "My pancakes are burnt. Stupid stove." she mumbled the last part, kicking the stove, forgetting it was made to survive slayer strength. Setting her foot down gently, she mumbled, "Ouch."
Then, suddenly, "OWWWW!! Owwie owwie owie ow ow!!" she cried out, grabbing her foot and hopping up and down on the undamaged one.
The redhead ran to her girl, trying desperately and failing to hold back laughter. The brunnette finally put her foot down and looked at Willow, amazed, "You're laughing!"
"I know, I'm sorry but-but it's s-so funny to see a slay-slayer " she couldn't help it, she burst into a fit of giggles fit to be illicited by only Elmo and bad puns and Buffy-isms. She couldn't help but laugh along with her girlfriend, that is until they realized that the stove was on fire.