Lunch duh

Obviously you came here for lunch. You head over to your kitchen and take out some pans.

"What kinda of food do you like?" You ask her

She stands up and walks to your refrigerator and takes out eggs. "Unless God has blessed you with the ability to cook, I think we should just stick with an omelette." She jokes numbing her hip into you.

"If memory serves me I think your the last person to complain about cooking! Don't you remember Kyle puked after he ate your steak?" You puff your chest out to prove how right you are.

"Oh shut up how was I supposed to know rare steak need to be cooked longer than a second? And on another note your pans on fire smart ass" she stick her tongue at you.

"Here crack the eggs I'll get the stuffing for them" you tell her handing her a bowel and take out a cutting board.

"Oh no I'm so sorry" she yells "I'm sorry Tyler I'll clean it all up" she puts her head down in shame.

You look and see a giant pile of yokes and goop on the ground (how is it possible to break half a dozen eggs at once) you thought to yourself. You see her and shes dripping in the egg as well

You try but can't hold back your laughter. "Okay okay look you get in the shower I'll clean this mess up"

She follows your directions to get to the bathroom, and you start to hear the water running. It doesn't take long to clean up her mess from the floor. As you finish cleaning the last of it, you remember that their arnt any towels in the bathroom.