When Chandler got home from work that day, he had a peace offering with him, in the form of a bag of groceries.
Joey was watching TV in the living room and he turned around when he heard Chandler enter and set down the bag in the kitchen. "Chandler?" He looked worried and unsure of himself as he shut off the TV.
Chandler apologized right away. "Hi. Listen, I'm--I'm sorry about this morning, Joe. And I guess about last night too."
Joey shrugged and came over to the kitchen. "Nah, it was my fault, Chandler. I shouldn't have kissed you last night. I knew better, but I was drunk--"
"I know, and I'm over it now. Just please don't do that again, okay?"
"Okay," Joey answered, trying to conceal his disappointment.
Chandler glossed over the awkwardness by gesturing to his bag. "Remember what you said about us cooking stuff more? I was thinking maybe we could use the new bread maker again. I mean, it's just been sitting there, and I thought that cinnamon raisin loaf you made smelled pretty good."
"Really?" Joey was pleased and disarmed by the compliment.
Chandler was happy that Joey was grinning, for he feared that he might be revisiting a bad memory by mentioning that loaf. Joey had made cinnamon raisin bread on the same day that Chandler had confessed about kissing Kathy, so neither of them had actually eaten the loaf. Joey viewed all the new stuff as tainted by Chandler's betrayal, and Chandler couldn't eat the bread either out of guilt, so they wound up having to give the loaf to Monica and Rachel. Although Joey had forgiven him at Thanksgiving, Chandler still hadn't seen Joey use the bread maker again in the past few months, so it had worried him a little.
Apparently, though, it was just something that Joey hadn't got around to yet, because of his usual laziness and preference for quick junk food. Joey eagerly looked through the groceries and found various ingredients such as cinnamon, raisins, flour, and other baking essentials. "Hey, cool! You got everything, Chandler. How'd you know what to buy?"
He explained, "Oh, well I found this recipe while I was surfing the internet at work, so I printed it out and bought the ingredients on my way home."
"Hey! Jam!" Joey was thrilled to find several jars at the bottom of the bag.
Chandler smiled at Joey's ecstatic reaction. "Yeah, I got a bunch of jam too, so we can spread it on the toast--or eat it straight from the jar--whichever you prefer."
Joey laughed and hugged him, just barely remembering not to kiss Chandler. "Man, I love jam! This is great, Chandler! It'll take a while for the bread to bake and everything, so we can eat a lot of these jars while we're waiting for it."
Chandler was astounded by the amount of jam that Joey apparently intended to consume in one sitting; he hoped that Joey wouldn't make himself sick. But then again, Joey had pigged out on jam with no ill effects when Monica went on that jam-making binge last year. "Uh, just try not to make too big a mess, though," Chandler warned in a parental tone.
"Okay, okay!" Joey put the jars of jam aside, then began arranging the ingredients for the bread. "So, uh, let me see this recipe you found."
Chandler handed over the slip of paper from his pocket, and Joey read it over disapprovingly. "Nah, this isn't as good as the bread I made. Let me fix this for ya." With a pencil, he started to make adjustments to the recipe, according to his personal preferences and experience with baking. Monica might be a gourmet chef, but Joey knew his way around a kitchen too, even if most of the time he preferred eating pizza, sandwiches, and various kinds of sweets and snacks.
After revising the recipe and checking that they had enough of each ingredient, Joey warned him, "Hey, you better go change now, before you get flour all over you."
Chandler glanced at his inappropriate attire and realized what he had forgotten at the store. "Oh. Right. I should get me one of those aprons like you have." So he hurried to his bedroom to put away his briefcase and change out of his nice work clothes, while Joey got out his apron and some measuring cups.
When Chandler returned to the kitchen in more casual clothes, they had a lot of fun making the bread together. After the breadmaker kneaded the dough and signaled for them to add the raisins, they had nothing else to do but wait for the bread to rise and bake.
Instead of going to eat some jars of jam, Joey got very playful with Chandler, throwing a handful of flour in his face. Chandler laughed and retaliated by tugging off Joey's apron. They kept throwing flour at each other, and between them they managed to waste the rest of the package of the flour. But it was entirely worth it, because they were having a great time, and Chandler didn't mind getting his clothes dirty. At least they weren't having a food fight with the jam.
By the time that they finally stopped clowning around and began cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, the guys looked as pale as ghosts and their hair was very snowy.
Monica and Rachel came over then and were shocked by the mess. "What happened in here? A blizzard?"
"We were just fooling around," Joey answered, but he belatedly remembered that Chandler had wanted them not to make a big mess, and he looked embarrassed.
"It's okay." Chandler patted his arm with good humor, then he gestured at the breadmaker and proudly announced to the girls, "In a while, we are going to have some delicious cinnamon raisin bread. Do you two want some?"
Rachel sniffed the air and recognized the aroma. "Oh, I remember that loaf you gave us once! It was good."
Monica glanced over at the many jars on the counter and grinned. "Bread and jam. Now all you need is a fancy tea set, and you guys can have your own little tea party with Ross. I mean Bea!"
Chandler shrugged and chuckled. "Good luck getting Ross to show up, though. I doubt we'll see him again until that Emily chick goes back to England."
Monica replied, "No, actually, he just called and invited us all to dinner at his place tonight. He wants us to hang out with him and Emily. We just called Phoebe and told her to meet us there at 7."
"Seven?" Chandler's eyes widened. "Our bread won't be done by then."
"It's okay," Joey said. "It'll keep fresh in the breadmaker, and we can eat it when we get home tonight."
"Oh, okay." He glanced at the clock. "Well, I guess we better hurry and clean up this mess first. We still gotta shower and change before dinner too."
Monica offered, "Look, I'll take care of this mess for you. You guys don't even have any decent cleaning supplies. Come on, Rach, let's go get my mop and stuff."
"Thanks!" the guys said as the girls departed together. Chandler suspected that Monica just couldn't stand to see her former apartment get so dirty.
Chandler asked Joey, "Do you mind if I use the shower first?"
"Nah, go ahead. I wanna eat some jam now." He went to grab a jar of jam and a spoon.
"Don't spoil your dinner!" Chandler laughed and headed to the bathroom. He closed the door and quickly stripped off his flour-covered clothes, throwing them into the hamper. Chandler would have to remember to ask Monica if you needed to do anything special to laundry to get out flour. As he stepped into the shower, Joey knocked at the door and peeked his head inside.
"J-Joey!" Chandler was startled and pulled the shower curtain in front, to cover his nakedness.
"Sorry," Joey said. "I was just gonna say that you should use a lot of water and really scrub that flour out of your hair."
"Yeah, okay."
"Okay, bye." Joey left and shut the door.
Chandler exhaled in relief, then turned on the water and reached for the soap. But as he lathered up, he was distracted by inappropriate thoughts about Joey. Again he pictured Joey joining him in the shower, and worse than that, he imagined that Joey was scrubbing him clean and even kissing him. "Stop it!" Chandler scolded himself. "It-it was just a dream. It meant nothing." Still, he wondered if having Joey's hands run through his wet hair would feel as nice as when Kathy gave him a haircut and did the same. Chandler shivered at the thought.
Joey was watching TV in the living room and he turned around when he heard Chandler enter and set down the bag in the kitchen. "Chandler?" He looked worried and unsure of himself as he shut off the TV.
Chandler apologized right away. "Hi. Listen, I'm--I'm sorry about this morning, Joe. And I guess about last night too."
Joey shrugged and came over to the kitchen. "Nah, it was my fault, Chandler. I shouldn't have kissed you last night. I knew better, but I was drunk--"
"I know, and I'm over it now. Just please don't do that again, okay?"
"Okay," Joey answered, trying to conceal his disappointment.
Chandler glossed over the awkwardness by gesturing to his bag. "Remember what you said about us cooking stuff more? I was thinking maybe we could use the new bread maker again. I mean, it's just been sitting there, and I thought that cinnamon raisin loaf you made smelled pretty good."
"Really?" Joey was pleased and disarmed by the compliment.
Chandler was happy that Joey was grinning, for he feared that he might be revisiting a bad memory by mentioning that loaf. Joey had made cinnamon raisin bread on the same day that Chandler had confessed about kissing Kathy, so neither of them had actually eaten the loaf. Joey viewed all the new stuff as tainted by Chandler's betrayal, and Chandler couldn't eat the bread either out of guilt, so they wound up having to give the loaf to Monica and Rachel. Although Joey had forgiven him at Thanksgiving, Chandler still hadn't seen Joey use the bread maker again in the past few months, so it had worried him a little.
Apparently, though, it was just something that Joey hadn't got around to yet, because of his usual laziness and preference for quick junk food. Joey eagerly looked through the groceries and found various ingredients such as cinnamon, raisins, flour, and other baking essentials. "Hey, cool! You got everything, Chandler. How'd you know what to buy?"
He explained, "Oh, well I found this recipe while I was surfing the internet at work, so I printed it out and bought the ingredients on my way home."
"Hey! Jam!" Joey was thrilled to find several jars at the bottom of the bag.
Chandler smiled at Joey's ecstatic reaction. "Yeah, I got a bunch of jam too, so we can spread it on the toast--or eat it straight from the jar--whichever you prefer."
Joey laughed and hugged him, just barely remembering not to kiss Chandler. "Man, I love jam! This is great, Chandler! It'll take a while for the bread to bake and everything, so we can eat a lot of these jars while we're waiting for it."
Chandler was astounded by the amount of jam that Joey apparently intended to consume in one sitting; he hoped that Joey wouldn't make himself sick. But then again, Joey had pigged out on jam with no ill effects when Monica went on that jam-making binge last year. "Uh, just try not to make too big a mess, though," Chandler warned in a parental tone.
"Okay, okay!" Joey put the jars of jam aside, then began arranging the ingredients for the bread. "So, uh, let me see this recipe you found."
Chandler handed over the slip of paper from his pocket, and Joey read it over disapprovingly. "Nah, this isn't as good as the bread I made. Let me fix this for ya." With a pencil, he started to make adjustments to the recipe, according to his personal preferences and experience with baking. Monica might be a gourmet chef, but Joey knew his way around a kitchen too, even if most of the time he preferred eating pizza, sandwiches, and various kinds of sweets and snacks.
After revising the recipe and checking that they had enough of each ingredient, Joey warned him, "Hey, you better go change now, before you get flour all over you."
Chandler glanced at his inappropriate attire and realized what he had forgotten at the store. "Oh. Right. I should get me one of those aprons like you have." So he hurried to his bedroom to put away his briefcase and change out of his nice work clothes, while Joey got out his apron and some measuring cups.
When Chandler returned to the kitchen in more casual clothes, they had a lot of fun making the bread together. After the breadmaker kneaded the dough and signaled for them to add the raisins, they had nothing else to do but wait for the bread to rise and bake.
Instead of going to eat some jars of jam, Joey got very playful with Chandler, throwing a handful of flour in his face. Chandler laughed and retaliated by tugging off Joey's apron. They kept throwing flour at each other, and between them they managed to waste the rest of the package of the flour. But it was entirely worth it, because they were having a great time, and Chandler didn't mind getting his clothes dirty. At least they weren't having a food fight with the jam.
By the time that they finally stopped clowning around and began cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, the guys looked as pale as ghosts and their hair was very snowy.
Monica and Rachel came over then and were shocked by the mess. "What happened in here? A blizzard?"
"We were just fooling around," Joey answered, but he belatedly remembered that Chandler had wanted them not to make a big mess, and he looked embarrassed.
"It's okay." Chandler patted his arm with good humor, then he gestured at the breadmaker and proudly announced to the girls, "In a while, we are going to have some delicious cinnamon raisin bread. Do you two want some?"
Rachel sniffed the air and recognized the aroma. "Oh, I remember that loaf you gave us once! It was good."
Monica glanced over at the many jars on the counter and grinned. "Bread and jam. Now all you need is a fancy tea set, and you guys can have your own little tea party with Ross. I mean Bea!"
Chandler shrugged and chuckled. "Good luck getting Ross to show up, though. I doubt we'll see him again until that Emily chick goes back to England."
Monica replied, "No, actually, he just called and invited us all to dinner at his place tonight. He wants us to hang out with him and Emily. We just called Phoebe and told her to meet us there at 7."
"Seven?" Chandler's eyes widened. "Our bread won't be done by then."
"It's okay," Joey said. "It'll keep fresh in the breadmaker, and we can eat it when we get home tonight."
"Oh, okay." He glanced at the clock. "Well, I guess we better hurry and clean up this mess first. We still gotta shower and change before dinner too."
Monica offered, "Look, I'll take care of this mess for you. You guys don't even have any decent cleaning supplies. Come on, Rach, let's go get my mop and stuff."
"Thanks!" the guys said as the girls departed together. Chandler suspected that Monica just couldn't stand to see her former apartment get so dirty.
Chandler asked Joey, "Do you mind if I use the shower first?"
"Nah, go ahead. I wanna eat some jam now." He went to grab a jar of jam and a spoon.
"Don't spoil your dinner!" Chandler laughed and headed to the bathroom. He closed the door and quickly stripped off his flour-covered clothes, throwing them into the hamper. Chandler would have to remember to ask Monica if you needed to do anything special to laundry to get out flour. As he stepped into the shower, Joey knocked at the door and peeked his head inside.
"J-Joey!" Chandler was startled and pulled the shower curtain in front, to cover his nakedness.
"Sorry," Joey said. "I was just gonna say that you should use a lot of water and really scrub that flour out of your hair."
"Yeah, okay."
"Okay, bye." Joey left and shut the door.
Chandler exhaled in relief, then turned on the water and reached for the soap. But as he lathered up, he was distracted by inappropriate thoughts about Joey. Again he pictured Joey joining him in the shower, and worse than that, he imagined that Joey was scrubbing him clean and even kissing him. "Stop it!" Chandler scolded himself. "It-it was just a dream. It meant nothing." Still, he wondered if having Joey's hands run through his wet hair would feel as nice as when Kathy gave him a haircut and did the same. Chandler shivered at the thought.