Prompt by SomethingAboutDarkAngels: Bacon
"Is that…"
"It is!"
Iggy and Fang followed the delicious aroma to the kitchen, where they found-
"Max? YOU'RE making bacon?"
"Yeah, why?"
"How come you're teasing us like this? That smells… so… good…"
"But I'm not teasing you. I'm just about done, then we'll eat it."
"But we can't eat it, because you cooked it!"