What, you don't like it?

Jinx put her elbow on the table and placed her chin in hand. "What, don't you like it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at my question. Her smile never left, however, so it doesn't seem that she was that bothered by the possibility that I disapproved or perhaps she knew I didn't.

Shaking my head, I shrugged and sat down. "Well, not all of it. I'm a bit curious why you decided that my microwave should stare at me," I remarked. Sighing, Raven tapped her finger on the table. "I told you he'd find that weird," she mumbled. Well, Raven sure knew me well. ...then again, who wouldn't find that strange?

Waving her hand in dismissal, Jinx caused the microwave to go stock still. The eyes were still there, but they no longer followed us around. ...well...it was a start. "Anyway, Johnny-boy...if you don't like it, I can fix it. Just tell me what you'd like...after dinner," Jinx said.

Quirking an eyebrow, I swallowed. "Um...so...who made this anyway?" I asked. From what I knew about Raven, she was a shit cook. It was made mention in that one episode where she tried to treat her friends since it was supposedly the last day ever. She made them pancakes or something and they were burnt and terrible.

"I made it, Daddy!" Argent declared. I gulped. She had the mind and personality of a child. Did I really want to know what she made...?