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[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha is cooking! Unfortunately, it's hard to tell what she's cooking, because whatever it was is now a blackened lump in the skillet, and there are flames leaping up. So she's not really cooking as much as she's trying to find a fire extinguisher or a towel, or possibly some water. Or, you know, something to put out the fire.

...which has now spread to the towel she just used to try to smother it, whoops. Fire control is not Martha's forte.]

((ooc: Experiment over!))

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[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[Bai just looks amused for a few seconds and then finally edges over and puts her hand over the fire... And we're really hoping you didn't still want to eat that food Martha because now it's soggy and burnt]

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha's been on the Plane long enough that such displays only merit a raised eyebrow from her now] Well, that's one way of putting out a fire. [rueful chuckle] Thanks.

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[Admiring her handywork with a proud smirk] The best way [Glances briefly at Martha] ...You're welcome.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Assuming you can do it, of course. Wouldn't have had that problem in the first place if I could.

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

Well, it is quite the rare skill.

What were you trying to cook?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

It was meant to be fried rice - I think something went a bit wrong with the eggs, though.

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

Well, they were on fire [Glances over the skillet again adn the shrugs] Have we met before?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that would be what was wrong. [chuckle] I don't think so. [she offers her a hand] Martha Jones.

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[Stares at the hand for a moment before she remembers what she's supposed to do and takes it tentatively] Bai Tza.