Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-32701432-20170310005602

Cas looked around the kitchen curiously. He used to be able to cook at the compound sometimes, and he had memorized every recipe there. He knew plenty of things, from desserts to dinners. He sifted through the cupboards and fridge, getting out everything he needed. In front of him sat some cans of tomato paste, pasta, pepper, basil, oregano, garlic, onion, and some sausage.

He eyed the radio on the counter, and switched it on. His face immediately brightened when he heard the music blast out, surprised that it had batteries. He adjusted the station to some music he liked. The music was smooth and fast, upbeat.

Cas combined the ingredients and water in a large pot, turning on the burner. He then set out a pan and put the sausage in it, browning the meat. After he finished that, he drained the grease and dumped the sausage into the now-thickened spaghetti. He sighed in frustration when he heard the loud sounds of the tv next door. Some people have no respect. He turned up the radio until it was blaring the music, able to be heard all around the house. He danced around the kitchen, stirring the spaghetti every so often, breathing the smell in deeply, and waiting for it to thicken enough to eat.