Flint walked into the apartment he shared with Jaye. He could smell something burning and could hear Jaye cursing colorfully in several different languages. He walked towards the kitchen at the back of the apartment. As he entered the dining room he smiled at the sight.
Jaye had set the table for two. On the table were bowls of mashed potatoes, corn, gravy, green bean casserole, and rolls. On the ledge were pumpkin, apple, and cherry pies.
Flint's smile brightened as he remembered the conversation he had with Jaye the week before. They had plans to go to his parents' house for Thanksgiving but at the last minute his leave was cancelled. Jaye promised to make dinner for him to make up for it. He broke out of his reverie when he heard Jaye swear again.
Flint walked into the kitchen. "What's wrong?" It was all he could do not to laugh when she turned around and looked at him. She was covered in flour and in her hands she held a very burnt turkey.