tabletop grill

  • Five minutes after I bring fresh bread home from the bakery: THIS BREAD IS FIT FOR THE GODS. BEHOLD, MIGHTY ZEUS, THE TUNA PANINI I FORGED FOR YOU UPON MY TABLETOP GEORGE FOREMAN GRILL
  • The day after I bring fresh bread home from the bakery: what is this hard lump of garbage I mean I wouldn't even let Pol Pot eat a grilled cheese I made out of this if I even had a knife sharp enough to slice it
Raclette (ReaderxSoldier:76)

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The team all had different ideas of what to do for New Year’s Eve, rather than sit in a cold cottage far away from anyone’s home, far removed from civilisation. The heat was supposed to be working, but abandoned for nearly six years, the old Overwatch safehouse has seen better days and the central heating was the first to give out. It was a nasty surprise to arrive to, having to break open the ice in the toilet bowl and making various impromptu repairs, but by now everyone has gotten used to it, in a quiet, miserable way.

They’re all sitting in their own corners, doing their own thing, counting the seconds to when they’ll be free of this hell hole, and bemoaning the fact that this is, with a few scattered exceptions, the worst New Year’s they ever had.

Reinhardt is the first to break under the pressure of a horrible holiday.

“This will not do.” he says and stands up with the single-minded passion of a man who will not let his family be sad on a day that should be about joy and hope. He marches toward the kitchen, followed by half a dozen pairs of eyes who can be bothered to take a break from brooding. What he returns with is a tabletop grill.

“My family did this every year on Silvester.” he explains as he plugs the device in. It heats up slowly, and the warmth more than Reinhardt’s sudden enthusiasm sways the team towards that idea he’s having.

“Angela insists it’s a Swiss tradition but she is not here so I will tell you that it is a thing we do at home. We don’t have the proper cheese, but Raclette is all about improvising.”

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