"Got it? That's how you make fries, it's very simple—just make sure not to overcook them or leave them raw, there's no need to keep your head hovering over the fryer the whole time, nor do you need to taste for saltiness. Did you remember all that?"
Onboard the Homeloss in the morning, Duncan was solemnly instructing a visibly tense Alice in the kitchen, while in front of them, in the oil fryer, pale fries were bubbling away, hissing continuously.
"I... I remembered!" Alice stared unblinkingly at the sizzling oil, one hand gripping a kitchen knife so tightly, while on the cutting board next to her lay chunks of potato she had cut into irregular shapes—these chunks would become ingredients for other dishes.
