Cooking
"Well… that was strange," Koschei said, staring at his soot covered self.
Theta wiped some ash out of his face, looking at the stove in dismay. The pan was still smoking, and two large blobs of black were fused to the metal. The room was smokey, and the smell was awful.
"Kos… I think you just made your first omelettes.
Koschei smiled, feeling accomplished. "Do we eat them now?"
Theta looked at them, trying to keep a bright face. "Sure… why don't you get some plates?"
Koschei, still smiling brightly, left the room. Once he was gone, Theta threw the pan into the trash.
"Begone with you, fried yolk of hell."
I like the ending. Credit goes to tigriss. Thanks!