Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10337166-20150709063856/@comment-26130578-20150909060341

One by one the dishes were completed until Prism had two beautifully constructed plates of food, an overcrowding of dirtied, still hot pans, and a sweaty brow. Damp, smokey heat and multiple aromas filled the kitchenette.

"Well, it's ready," she told Vermont in a slightly tired voice as she dabbed the sweat off her skin. She felt she had overworked herself again, micromanaging yet another situation.