Razmig just stares as the 2 firebrands have their fun

She giggled as the flames licked at the air and each other, playing and dancing and cutting and hurting. Soon, a singe figure stood among the fire puppets. A sole surviving human, large, thing legs, bulky torso, normal hands, but his head was adorned with a perfect sphere afro, and two long snake like lines flowed from his nose. Soon, he was engulfed by the shapeless flames as the fuel that the board provided began to die out.


Leaving only smoke behind. Annie frowned. "I want to do something else now."

Pinky comes in hopping with a note.

Thought to himself for a moment,
"Well all that playing must have made you hungry, want me to make you something to eat?"
Smiling at her he stood up and looked around from where he was standing for the nearest kitchen.

Pinky charges up to Annie for a hug, jiggling all the way there.

Found where the kitchen was and looked through the pantry, trying to find something spicy for the child to eat. He found a raw chicken breast in the fridge and some nice spices in the cabinets. He coated the chicken with; garlic and onion powder, as well as salt, dried thyme, black and cayenne pepper. After he got the chicken spiced up, he set it on an oily pan he set up while looking for ingredients. Six to eight minutes later he returned to Annie with a plate with the chicken presented very decoratively on it.
"Enjoy!"
He said as he carefully watched her. He had poured a glass of milk for her in case it was too spicy.