Marcus was tired of staring at others fool around with the usless board given to them. He was also getting pretty hungry.
"Anyone else want to go find the kitchen?"
A few people mumbled something but there where also a few who nodded in agreement.
After a bit of searching Marcus finnaly found the kitchen and saw that the large room was full of goods.
"So, any requests?", mark said, donning an apron.
Looking up to Marcus as he donned the apron, she couldn't help a small smile. "Well, if we can find a coffee pot, I would kill for a cup of java." Her own words seemed to startle her, and she hopped right back off the counter. "Uhm, Gods that sounded horrible, but I honestly don't think I could really eat much of anything right this moment."
Such a stupid phrase, something that said under normal circumstances would be taken quite lightly. Here, now, in this Twilight Zone of mess, it just sounded horribly uncalled for. Not wishing to see the others' reactions, she quickly started rummaging around the kitchen searching for the coffee maker herself.
"I've always had a knack in the kitchen, are you sure you wouldn't like me to prepare it for you?"
"Hmm, I'm not that hungry, but I think eating something is better than staying jacked up on just these damn caffine pills and more coffee. Suprise me, if you like. As for the coffee, I'm a pro. You take the food and I'll handle the drink."
It was hard not to think about what was happening all around them, but if she tried hard enough, sometimes she could forget if only for a minute or two.
"I think that making a pizza would probably be rather clichÃƒÂ¨, for me at least...soo, how about some chicken alfredo?"
"Apparently there's someone living here who really likes his coffee. Mmmm, Caramel Truffle!" she exclaimed quietly.
Again, with everything going on, it was hard to get excited about a cup of coffee, even a really good cup. Alas, as the old saying goes, when life hands you lemons, you make lemonade, or in this case, caramel truffle coffee. As Marcus continued his preparations for the chicken, she struggled a bit with the new bag of beans. Red in the face with her effort, she dropped it on the counter.
"Ugh, tough bag. Hmmm, if I were a knife, which drawer would I hide in?" she mused to herself, opening drawers along the cabinets in search of the utensils.
Marcus pulls out the coffee grinder and sets it next to the coffee maker, then goes back to preparing the rue.