this is very small but too big to be a drabble. it is for PR, as i was called away and had to miss the end of the christmas lyndons. it is an apology and a thanks.


‘Ok, so I just put the pasta in the water, and cook it for- how long was it again?’ said Caroline for the hundredth time.

‘About 10 or 15 minutes.’

‘Wait, wait, wait. Ten or fifteen minutes? Which one?’

‘Just see how it goes,’ said Angela soothingly. ‘Cook it until it’s ready.’

‘Ready? How will I know?’

‘I have faith in you. Now, the sauce is over here, all ready. All you have to do is turn up the heat when the pasta’s nearly done.’

‘I hope I can pull this off.’

‘You’ll be fine. Right, I’m going to disappear so that you can take all the credit.’ She opened the door to find Mac about to knock. ‘Caroline’s in the kitchen pretending to cook,’ she informed him. ‘Cheerio!’

Mac, moving towards the kitchen, heard a muffled cursing coming from inside, followed by a cry of ‘Angela! I need you!’ He grinned.

‘Will I do instead?’ Caroline looked at him and stopped feverishly prodding the pasta to turn bright red.

‘Well, no. I mean, yes, it’s just- can you make pasta?’ she asked distractedly. ‘Nothing’s happening, and I’m sure I did everything right, but the stupid stuff still feels like rocks.’ She stabbed her fork viciously into the pan again. Mac was trying desperately hard not to laugh, and almost succeeding.

‘Let’s have a look. Ah, yes, well I think I can see the problem. You usually have to turn the gas on first.’

‘Oh. Aah. I mean, yes, I know. It’s just that-’ she glared at him. ‘Stop laughing! It’s not that I can’t cook pasta! I just…usually use a different kind.’

‘Really.’

‘Yes.’

‘The self-cooking kind, perhaps?’

‘Maybe.’

‘I see. Are we having anything with it? Or did you just plan to feed me uncooked pasta?’

‘Ah, well, actually there’s a- oh, shit, the sauce! Well if I just…turn it down a bit…I think it’s meant to look like that.’ Mac peered over her shoulder.

‘Isn’t it lucky I came here to see you, not to eat a professionally cooked five star meal?’ She turned around. He was very close to her, making it hard to think clearly.

‘It is? I- I mean, you did?’ He smiled.

‘Yes. But having said that, I feel I should point out that your sauce is burning.’

Aww! Made me feel all warm inside, in spite of the oncoming final episdode!!!!

Well done!!! Really good writing!!!

aww hehe bless :wub: :lol:

Aww- if only caro was Guy- I'd give her cooking lessons..... definitely cooking.. nothing else :ph43r:

get into the teaching guy how to cook queue CupboardLady :ph43r: :P :lol:


love this by the way EGB!!!

well done! very fresh and original fic! more stuff like this would be a thing to be welcomed.

Loved it!

:lol:

The cutie pies.

Love it so much. Thank you Granny!

*huggles*

Aw, they're so adorable! More, please. :wub:

Very cute :D Loved Angela's comment "she's in the kitchen pretending to cook"

haha ohhh i love it!!!!

I cant cook pasta either!!!!!!


Do we get more!!! like now soon more! please

Yay pastery fun!!!

Cute caromac
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