Author's note: The challenge was to use the word "cool" and to make it a dialogue. I hope it's to your tastes.
Disclaimer: Only the spices are mine.
Word count: 100.
Warnings: May make your stomach grumble.
What's cooking?
"Do you think I should go after him, Bobby? He was pretty upset."
"Nah, he's been pressure cooking for a while, better he lets out steam elsewhere."
"Still…"
"Son, you don't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, your plan is better and he'll swallow his pride."
"He could…"
"What? Do something stupid? Probably, he's been stewing long enough to be thicker than chowder, but once he cools down he'll see he's toast if we do it his way.
"You sure?"
"Well, his idea was a pie in the sky, yours might work"
"You hungry, Bobby?"
"You psychic, kid?"