Another cotton ball, another gash cleaned. Dante was probably right; it could always be worse. But he didn't even want it to be this bad. Why would something like this ever be allowed? That was probably why they couldn't ever leave, actually. There couldn't possibly be anything legal about this. Maybe Dante was wrong, too; even if it could be worse, it still was terrible in his book. "Katherin, should I be looking for anything? I can't tell what made these."
In the kitchen, Felice continued throwing vegetables on the griddle. Thank goodness he had found this giant thing, or he might be here all night trying to cook up enough food! The rice was still cooking in the pot, but he thought that it would be done soon enough.
In the kitchen, Felice continued throwing vegetables on the griddle. Thank goodness he had found this giant thing, or he might be here all night trying to cook up enough food! The rice was still cooking in the pot, but he thought that it would be done soon enough.