The fridge had a dozen eggs and all of the ingredients she could want to make two omelets. The cupboards had flour and other items required for homemade biscuits. She was by no means a master chef, but some of the basics, like biscuits and omelets, were doable. After a few minutes of searching high and low in the drawers and cabinets, she found a few pans and a cookie sheet.
The next half hour passed in a whirlwind as she whipped up the biscuits. At one point she dropped the bag of flour. The second it hit the kitchen floor it exploded in a small white atomic cloud, coating her and most of the nearby flat surfaces.
“s**t,” she cursed and picked up the flour bag, which was now considerably lighter. Maybe Wes wouldn’t notice most of the contents were missing. She sneezed and a cloud of new
