Burns would be the most favourable description, really. It’s a complete mess. They can’t get the stove to turn off, and Jesper spends twenty minutes trying to do it with his Grisha powers. It isn’t working, and the poor chicken is flaming inside the dungeon of the oven the whole time. Even when they shut the power off, they can’t get it open. The door is stuck, swollen from the heat. Jesper has to evaporate the screws to get it off its hinges. When he finally pries the door off, the food is completely black. It’s also still on fire.
“Don’t laugh!“ Jesper yells, obviously trying not to laugh himself. He’s fanning the corpse of the flaming, carcinogenic bird with an oven mitt. “This was a very serious, very touching romantic gesture!”
“It looks like a fire hazard,” Wylan says, still giggling.
“Then it’s an emergency! You sick, sick madman!”
Wylan laughs harder, Jesper is using two oven mitts now.
“You little pyromaniac! Are explosives not enough anymore? Incendiarism is no joking matter!”
“You're the reason it’s on fire!”
--Everyday, Just a Little or a Little Bit by Jazzythursday
