"Is something burning?" Donnie asked worriedly, poking his head through the kitchen doorway.
"No, no!" Leo insisted from in front of the stove. "Nothing's burning!"
"Not yet," Mikey teased as he placed dinnerware on the table. The comment earned him a glare from the eldest.
"Are you sure?" the genius questioned as he watched Leo try to simultaneously stir the contents of two different bubbling pots. "Do you want some help?"
"I've got it under control," Leo replied. "But can you go get Raph and Master Splinter? Dinner's almost ready."
"Sure," said Donnie, leaving just as the oven timer sounded.
A few minutes later he returned with his father and sibling in tow. The trio took their seats at the table where Michelangelo already sat drumming his fingers on the wooden surface impatiently.
"Yo, what's the hold up, bro?" Raph demanded, picking up his knife and fork. "I'm starvin'!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Leo grumbled, carefully pulling a dish from the blazing oven with his mitted hands. Straightening up, he used his foot to shut the door and marched over to his waiting family members. Feeling pleased with himself, he set his steaming creation down directly on the center of the table. Four sets of eyes stared curiously at it.
"And what have you prepared for us tonight, my son?" Splinter asked politely, smiling at Leo.
"Dude, I think it just moved!" Mikey announced.
"Yer seeing things, Mike," Raph stated as he stabbed at the dish with his fork. "No way this thing moved. It's harder than a rock!"
"I think you burned your bread after all, Leo," Donnie said, confirming Raph's observation by cutting unsuccessfully at it with his knife.
Yanking the oven mitts of his hands, Leo slapped them down on the table and stomped out of the kitchen angrily declaring, "It's meatloaf!"
