As if answering Dawn’s suggestion then was a pop and sticky splattering sound, covering the microwave and everything in a thin white goo. Spike raised his brows and turned away from the microwave, “Like that? Maybe we should chopsticks and the gas range… No, no, on second thought, we’d probably burn the sodding house down.”
“…Yeah, kinda like that.”
She shot Spike a sheepish glance before turning her attention to the microwave. It was still fine on the outside, but the inside was almost COMPLETELY covered in white goo. “There’s no way you could just, like, pull all that out with your vamp strength or something, is there?”
