This is based off a recent post from Trailer on twitter. It's no good, but I just couldn't help myself.
Steve dug through the refrigerator in the B&B, looking for something good to eat that Pete hadn't already taken a bite of. They had returned from their mostly-successful artifact scavenger hunt - as Claudia had called it - in North Dakota two days ago and thus far, things surrounding the Warehouse had been fairly calm. He still didn't know what to do with what he'd recently discovered regarding the metronome's downside, however, and while he was intensely worried about the greater implications, he had decided to keep quiet until he was absolutely certain - no use scaring anyone with his, albeit highly probable, suspicions.
Finally encountering something he could actually eat, Steve pulled foil-wrapped pizza saved from just before their trip. He tossed the foil aside, threw the three slices on a green plastic plate, and stuck it in the microwave to heat up. A couple minutes later, he removed the plate, grabbed a soda from the fridge, and jogged up the stairs, shooting a nod and a smile to Claudia sitting on the couch with her laptop and Myka in the armchair with a book. Leena and Artie were taking care of some little project at the Warehouse and Pete had retired to his room an hour ago, claiming that the women downstairs were being too boring for him to hang around.
Trailer followed him into his room, staring at him with adoring eyes that flickered to the food as Steve slumped back on his bed with a satisfied sigh and lifted a slice of supreme pizza to his mouth, taking a bite.
He should have realized, but the painful sting of scalding sauce and cheese on his tongue and lips still took him by surprise. He quickly dropped the pizza back onto the plate. In the same moment, he heard a startled yelp from downstairs and Trailer's ears perked up. Steve's eyes widened in realization and he sighed, pressing his burnt tongue against the chilled aluminum of his soda can for some relief and feeling guilty for his carelessness. It wasn't just him experiencing his pain any longer. He would need to tell the others soon, for both his and Claudia's sakes.
On the floor, an unnoticed Trailer whined, knowing he would not be receiving any pizza for his efforts.
Downstairs, Claudia was completing an algorithm for a new Warehouse program she was developing when she suddenly felt as though she had just taken a bite of too-hot food. She yelped loudly.
Myka looked up from her book, brow furrowed in concern as she watched the redhead grimace and stick out her tongue, looking down at it cross-eyed and prodding it gently with her finger. "What's wrong, Claud?"
Claudia closed her mouth, still grimacing. "God, I don't know. More of those stupid random pains." She rubbed her sore tongue along her upper lip and frowned. "Feels like I pulled a Pete and shoved a cookie straight from the oven into my mouth."
The older agent chuckled at the description. Pete was always burning his mouth on Leena's fresh-baked cookies. It seemed he would never learn.
"You gonna be okay?"
"Yeah," Claudia leaned back and reached for her laptop. "I'll be fine. Probably just paranoid after North Dakota or something."
They both went back to their respective activities. But in the back of Claudia's mind, unwelcome reminders of dangerous artifacts and unknown consequences began to swim gradually to the surface.