Post by seth on Apr 15, 2013 0:19:46 GMT -8
"OW! FUCK!!" Daryl cursed when the handle of the pot got hot. He held the metal cooking pot over the roaring fire in the anteroom. According to some of the brochures they had found the room was used as a private meeting place for dignitaries and visiting politicians. There were several chairs positioned around the room that had been set up specifically so that no one's back was to another. Against the outside wall was a beautiful marble mantle that framed a small fireplace. It was all that was needed to keep the room warm.
Daryl had found a bag of unpopped popcorn in another house along with some oil. Finding a big pot in the kitchen he set about making some. Shaking it to make sure all of the kernels began to heat. Suddenly there were popping sounds and pings as they corn hit the top.
Daryl had found a bag of unpopped popcorn in another house along with some oil. Finding a big pot in the kitchen he set about making some. Shaking it to make sure all of the kernels began to heat. Suddenly there were popping sounds and pings as they corn hit the top.