Tricked (t.m.r.)

1.28 - Cook

We did not speak about the kiss as days past, but we do go around sneaking kisses at and from each other whenever we thought no one was looking. Nighttime is the best hour to do so, especially when we're both cooped up in Newt's room.

I enjoyed my time with the cooks and loved every chaos that took place in the kitchen, mainly because of Frypan's reaction each time someone does something he did not like. His roars would send everyone into frenzies, leaving only me to watch the scene unfold in front of me calmy. For instance, this morning Ron had cut the ham in a slightly thicker size than Frypan normally does, and the keeper just completely loses it, and with a mouth like a sailor's, he was swearing all over the place whilst complaining that no one ever helps him in the kitchen and he has to do everything himself. No doubt that if we weren't trapped in the maze, Frypan would definitely pursue a career as a chef. 

That makes me wonder, what would the rest of our occupations be? An interesting thing to ponder over during my free time when I people observe. 

I turned my head away to sneeze when Frypan slaps the dough in his hand hard on the table, making the flour glide in the air. The white powder had no grace in the air like the leaves do when there was wind, but they were still nice to look at under the rays of the sun. I looked forward to the final product, Frypan's making another batch of sweets today and I could never control my sweet tooth when it comes to chocolate. 

The cooks had systematic shifts in the morning as they have to get up earlier than the runners to prepare their meals for them to eat. After they were finished cooking and prepping other gladers' breakfast and lunch, they're off for a break. Since some of them needed to get up early, they're allowed to take naps in the afternoon, unlike the other jobs in the glade. I don't think I would even know about this if I hadn't had the opportunity to try out for a cook's position. 

Now that I have the opportunity to be in the kitchen formally instead of whining for tasks to do when I was bored from Frypan, I could see the job held more pressure than I initially expected. I was in charge of cooking today. Cooking! I had no idea where Frypan had the confidence in me to cook, considering the most cooking I've done in the kitchen was to boil soup, which all amateur cooks could do as well. But I suppose there isn't any possible way to mess up fried egg grilled cheese sandwiches, lunch was probably something more challenging, that's why I was given the breakfast shift. My heart fell at the thought of being one of the earliest to rise for the next six days. I detest waking up early, and I would trade anything to be able to sleep until my heart's content. 

"Nice job Primrose!" Frypan sends a compliment my way after taking a bite out of the sandwich I made. "Keep it up and you'll be in the kitchens for sure."

I beamed at his offer, "Thank you, Siggy!" Being in the kitchen in my dream job in the glade, not only do I not need to be under the Sun, I could maybe have the first bite Frypan's desserts from time to time. 

Frypan grabs a spoon and clangs it against the pan he was holding right after, hollering at the sleepy gladers to come over to get their breakfast before they got cold. I spotted Newt being one of the first to trot over, with Alby by his side and Bark rushing around their heels. I seriously think Bark is a lot braver than I am, he literally would make puppy eyes at Alby to give him food, which the leader would relent after losing a staredown he started with the pup.  

"Alby," I greeted solemnly at him while handing him a plate. He barely reacted and gave me a curt nod in response. "Newt!" The pitch of my voice became a few octaves higher as I greeted the blond boy. 

"Rosie!" He mimicks me, making me giggle. We have been having an unspoken and unofficial competition of who can make their voices sound higher, and so far, Newt's been winning. I didn't mind losing to him, his high pitches always amuse me. He peeks at a new plate the cook next to me served and brightens up the world along with him, losing the sleep in his eyes in an instant. "Is that a grilled cheese sandwich?"