Family Therapy: Rociel Hentzel
**yeah, she told me a few: hot oils, hemp rope, and hanging from a swing... sounds like a good time.** you approve of this behavior?
Gryphon Cooks Potatoes, Part 1 (Otherwise Untitled)
~ midas stood calmly above the softly crackling skillet of formerly frozen hashbrowns and hot oil. the apartment was fairly close to silent, otherwise. she was alone with her thoughts, and held solitude with her considerations.
Wolf Hunt - the wolfess
As the pain had flipped, the hot oil had landed on the forepaw closest to the small fire. actin greedily, she snatched up the bacon, half cooked but better than nothing.on her starved stomach.
Unlocked
From the living room, xyln could hear the hot oil hissing and sizzling. it smelled like habiel had just thrown some onion in the pan - that meant he still had some time to find answers.
Gryphon Cooks Potatoes, Part 2 (Otherwise Untitled)
~ midas stood coldly above the crackling skillet of formerly frozen hashbrowns and hot oil. the apartment was fairly close to silent, otherwise.
A Dragon's Tale-The Star's Journey-Chapter 18-Confessions
You ever splashed hot oil from a deep fryer or something like that on yourself?" i nodded, "several times when i helped barron cook on the food car of our train. it stung like hell."
wander ~ Chapter 18
The cheetah slid up beside me and peered over the pan, tortilla sizzling and bouncing atop the hot oil. "i think that one is done. _uno, dos, tres, cuatro..._ three or four more?" "three i think."
Whiskers And Wealth
Like hot oil and water! "so... which one of you is going to eat me? after all, i'm just a bite-size mouse." cherry's question made the cats pause, their eyes narrowing. they glanced at each other, confusion written on their faces.
Dance of the Dying Feathers
Far too many broken ladders and cauldrons emptied of hot oil later later, nightfall came, and qae-zel returned home. he should have slept, and truthfully didn't know why he didn't.
Venturing: Calling Music
Turning my attention towards the pan as drips of hot oils jumped onto my scales. although i flinched upon the contact, i was surprise it was for another reason.
Breaching the Surface (TTW pt. 6)
A harsh scrapped rang out as the peppers and onion flew into the pot, crisp hot oil sizzling them to perfection. sal could watch her cook for hours, and then eat her food for hours.
Luna and Thief Ch 10
She sat; staring at the reflection that shimmered in the dim light like hot oil.