me: Oh, thank GOD you’re here.
the bee: What happened?
m: I think I may have ruined the chicken.
b: What makes you say that?
m: I’m not sure if I cooked it long enough.
b: How long did you cook it for?
m: About 15 minutes, but it feels raw to me.
b: Should we really be feeling it?
m: I think so.
b: Well, when you cut it open is the chicken pink or is it white inside?
m: It’s white but I tried some and it felt like raw in my throat.
b: *raises a concerned and skeptical eyebrow*
m: Should it be white on the outside too? Because it doesn’t look very appetizing…
b: Steff, it’s fine. It looks exactly the same as when I cook the chicken.
m: You’re just saying that. I won’t believe you til you try it.
b: Ok. (Takes bite and chews for an inordinate amount of time to eat a reasonably sized piece of chicken)
*gulps* It’s… good.
m: *waves arms in a defeated and hysterical manner* Oh my GOD! Somehow I’ve managed to make it both raw and overcooked. I’ve ruined dinner! It’s a disaster.
b: You just need to relax. This is not a disaster and it’s not poison. It’s chicken.
m: *mumbles under breath* poison chicken…
b: *sideways glance*