A light and fluffy short one-shot. As an apology for my hiatus. I'm almost done! Hang in there! xD
Ella Dunham was not amused.
Her boyfriend, Jackson, had recently decided that she needed to take a cooking class.
As if suggesting she dye her hair brown wasn't enough! She was only human, she couldn't be perfect. But no. Jackson just couldn't accept her cooking fails or her blonde hair. Ella Dunham wasn't perfect.
Although she'd secretly agreed with Jackson wanting her to dye her hair brown. Before that, she'd purchased the necessary box of hair dye. She just hadn't worked up the courage to use it until he'd said that.
Cooking class, though? That was a little extreme. Sure, she liked to experiment with food...like the time she'd put that whole bottle of whiskey in the gravy...but still! The capers in the cake were an accident. Small green things that looked a lot like sprinkles? Nom, right? Well, not so much, because that had been one of the worst cakes ever. And the noodles instead of sauerkraut that time she made Jackson a Reuben? Forgivable!
Of course, he'd continue.
When she'd accidentally given Jackson's friend's pregnant girlfriend vodka instead of water (although heaven knows how she didn't notice the difference).
When she'd made Uncle Peter a cake with strawberry cough syrup instead of regular strawberry syrup.
When Aunt Liv had taken home the beer cheese nachos instead of the regular nachos.
When she'd given Walter breast milk leftover from when she was babysitting instead of regular milk.
When she'd puked in the guacamole and served it at a party, forgetting about the repulsing ingredient.
When she'd accidentally pickled the onions in beer instead of vinegar. How had they turned out pickled?
When Jackson had drank the urine sample that she'd set out on the counter for the doctor, thinking it was apple juice.
Of course, all of those could be passed off as accidents.
Right?
