Their apartment was as warm as always but sweat beaded around Kaz's forehead. He darted from one spot to the next and wiped the sweat away from his brow. He rustled by the open bags on the table, most of the contents already removed and placed on the counter each having a specific place.
The apron he wore was bunched up in wrinkled from wearing it. He gripped a large white bowl tightly to his chest. A whisk in his hand and rapidly stirring in the contents.
There was a skillet on the stove where egg whites had been cooked. "Alright round two," he muttered as he leaned forward to read the note from the chief titled,
At the same time, he extended his leg to open the oven door, inside was a chicken fully baked. "Uh oh," he said calmly as he leaned forward with the bowl in one hand. He grabbed the potholder and then removed the pan, setting it next to some tortilla wraps and vegetables.
It wavered on the edge and Kaz cast a quick wind spell to nudge it to safety before sighing in relief. That same wind splattered cream from the bowl onto his shirt and apron and up to his cheek. He smacked his lips and huffed. He refocused and finished whisking the cream and put together the best tiramisu he could. He set it down on the table and nodded to himself, despite the lopsided look of the meal.
The first edition was messier and carefully placed on the other edge of the counter ready to get tossed to the garbage bin.
He shredded the chicken and laid it out on the tortilla wraps with careful precision. The vegetables followed.
In his moment of triumph, he smelled smoke. Whirling around he saw smoke rising from the vegetables in the skillet he was frying to put a final touch on the tortillas.
"No no no no no," he said in hushed rapid succession. he snatched the skillet off and was blowing on it with his mouth, to disperse the smoke as if he forgot he was a wind mage.
He stood in the middle of the kitchen blowing out the smoke, as his apron was a mess with speckled tiramisu cream and some on his face. There were two plates of tiramisu, one lopsided and the other was runny. The apron was bunched up and the heat from the smoke made Kaz sweat.