Don't Open That Door - GoM 1

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Claire sang on top of her lungs as she stirred a bluish gooey mix in a glass bowl, reading from one of Old Bootter's books open on the breakfast bar. Behind her, a pan, a kettle and a pot bubbled on the burners.

The phone ring made its way to her ears despite of the loud music. Claire hurried to pick up and shouldered the receiver , not stopping her stirring.

"Claire?"

The girl managed to recognize her neighbor's voice. "Hey, Tricia! Everything okay?"

"Fine here! What 'bout you? Are you making some experiment to see how loud the music must be to shatter your windows?"

"Oh, my! I'm so sorry! I'm turning it down right away!"

"No worries, Claire. As long as you stick to Simple Plan and don't play that hideous Chemical Romance. Fair warning: try it and I'm reporting your ass to Major Dick within the minute."

Claire laughed at the pun. "Okay, okay. No MCR, I get it! Don't know why people your age don't like it. Alex just hates it."

"'Cause we still haven't gone Beethoven like your generation. That's why! See you."

"Take care."

Claire hung up still giggling and went back to the kitchen. She checked the stuff on the burners and turned to the bar. A glance at the wall clock told her the ten-minute stirring was due. She smelled the bluish mix and pursed her nose. A quick check on the book's recipe confirmed she'd followed every step down to the letter. She looked down at the bowl with a disappointed sigh.

"And thus I name thee 'Blue Crap To Scare Feeblers Away'."