002. Burn.
"I guess I'm not so good at this cooking thing after all." Winnie forced a pain-filled laugh as Jesse ran water over her burn. The scent of the eggs she'd managed to crisp so terribly just before she'd accidentally splattered half of them over the back of her hand still hung in the air.
"You were raised in high society," He teased. "Of course you wouldn't be good at it."
Winnie glared at him, annoyed even though he had meant it as a joke. "I'd like to see you do any better, backwaters boy." She snapped.
He grinned devilishly, pulling her hand from under the stream of water, and kissing it near the burn. "My pleasure."
She rolled her eyes at his cocky display. "Alright show me what you can do." She challenged.
"Gladly." Jesse announced and stepped over to the stove. "What was it you were making? Omelettes?"
She glared at his back. "I was just frying some eggs."
"Even more basic than I thought." Jesse teased.
"Can smack you now? Or should I wait until you've started cooking, so you can get egg burned all over your skin as well?" She asked snappishly.
He turned to grin at her. "You know you love it when I tease." He prodded.
"My scowl would indicate otherwise." She responded offhandedly.
Jesse shrugged. "Two fried eggs coming right up."
She smacked the back of his head.