She added a little milk, stirred some pepper into the eggs, and went to check the onions. Sure enough, they were clear. Some of them even looked like they were getting a little crispy.
She poored the contents of the bowl into the pan, and went to cut up some ham while that was cooking. Thaddeus took out a book and a pipe. She stared at it for a few seconds. The smoke coming out of it was blue. She'd never seen that before. What was he smoking, she wondered. She went to add the bits of ham in the omlet, and got the spatula to check how under the omlet was. It could take a little more heat. She turned around when Thaddeus spoke, wiping her hands on the apron.
"Yes, I do feel quite dirty... I'll wash after dinner. Could I use some of your soap? I haven't brought any..."
She turned around again to try and flop the omlet on it's other side. It was more difficult than she'd anticipated, and she quickly grabbed a wooden spoon in her left hand to help the omlet onto the spatula. She flipped it over clumsily, but nothing bad happened. She sighed, then heard he'd be washing her clothes. She first thought good, less for me to do, when she suddenly thought of something.
"UM, yes Master, thanks, but not my undergarments," she stated, her cheeks turning pink... From the heat of the cooking pan behind her, of course!
She suddenly remembered the potatoes, checked the time, and sighed with relief that it had just been thirteen minutes. Then she thought of something.
"Shouldn't the omlet have salt in it?"
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