“So how did this happen?”
The chef was a sturdy fellow, a bull, standing well over twice Shalina’s height.
“Yes, well, I was hungry, see…”
“Yes…”
Shalina fidgeted.
“So I got the pan, and a side of fish…”
She mentioned toward the barrel of fish.
“Ye-es?”, the chef urged her on.
“And I put that in, and added some oil…”
“Yes…?”
“Quite a bit of oil?”
“And then?”
Shalina shifted a bit where she stood.
“Well I put the pan on the stove…”
The chef and Shalina both looked at the sooty, wet mess around the iron stove.
“AND THEN!?”