Being on the run meant their lifestyle had to be flexible at times, and Twelve had recently had to accept sometimes flexible meant letting Lisa cook while he and Nine were out. Well he might not have been the religious type, but once Twelve was reminded of what that exactly entailed, he thanked whatever spiritual force that might have guided the universe that at least Nine wasn't here to see this mess.
"You said you had this under control," Twelve glanced at that stain that coated the nearby wall and-holy shit was it moving?!
"Well, you see what happened was-" Lisa fidgeted to and fro, "-I, uh…"
"Don't waste your words," Twelve sighed, "Let's just clean this mess. You may not have figured out how to cook yet, but at least you know how to make explosions now."