It was now a vivid memory. But a certain adjutant turned ambushed instructor could only recall the battle that had earlier ensued.
"HAA-YA!"
He could have sworn it was an epic clash if not for the obvious sizzling in the background and the so-called learners counting down like this was some kind of military launch.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"I did it!" screamed the giant teen, hauling the deep fryer basket up with triumphant glory just as the alarm rang.
No wonder his little mop insisted that everyone wear full-body gear.
Just in case.
Just in case those two ended up face-to-face with culinary dangers.
The entire time, both the eager giant and the supposedly mature streamer wanted to get closer, to lean right over the bubbling fryer, all because of that smell.
Yes. The nutty, golden, and far too inviting smell of freshly fried potato fries.
"…"
Maybe the ovens really were the safer path.
But then again… what about the other things?
