The hapless cook was a terrible nuisance and quite dangerous.
“At last,” Jo carefully opened the oven.
“Damn!” Her kale soufflé had fallen, again.
She grabbed her cell and hit flash-dial for her leader. “Emma, I’d like to invoke the Plutonian travel initiative. I’m afraid I need to come before the party, because I’m hopelessly late now. Oh, I took your advice but my oven rejected the kale, as well. “
Jo stopped, “I wonder if Emma might know what I wore.”