"Look Zoë we got a stove." Mal stood in front of what Zoë only assumed was a stove, the jury was still out.
"I see, and what do you plan to do with that?" Zoë stood beside Mal both of them looking into the empty pot on the burner.
Mal stuck out his chest. "Feed us woman." He opened a can of beans. "Mmmm beans." He tried to cut on the stove but it wasn't working. It just made clicking noises.
Zoë arched her eyebrow. "What a shock, the stove not working on this fine vessel you bought."
Mal was getting frustrated. "Zoë if you keep up with that attitude they'll no beans for you." Mal scooped the cold beans into a bowl.
Zoë just looked at him and snatched the bowl from him. Mal chuckled slightly and ate from the pot. They both leaned against the counter because they had no chairs.
