Day 61: In Which They Kitchen Some More
Despite his lack of culinary finesse, Jack was proving to be a decent enough sous-chef as long as she told him specifically what to do.
"What do you think?" he asked, holding a wooden spoon in front of her face.
Careful not to burn herself, Elsa tasted the sauce, letting the flavors coat her mouth for a moment.
"Needs more salt," she concluded before returning to her own preparations on the counter.
Not a second later, he was making her scream with indignation.
"You're spilling salt all over the floor!" Elsa grunted, shoving him to the side so she could clean up his mess.
"I'm saltbaeing," Jack replied with a shrug.
"I have no idea what that is."
"What, have you been living under a rock—Sorry, that's kind of a stupid expression to use right now." He shook his head. "But, like, saltbae was a pre-apocalypse meme."
"How can you not know it?"
