Xander stood in the middle of the room, holding a damaged pressure cooker lid in one hand, a cloth in the other and looking more lost than Andrew had ever seen him. A chicken wing fell from the ceiling, hitting Xander's shoulder and triggering a facial tic.
Taking the cloth from Xander, Andrew wiped down the phone and called the Watcher's in-house cleaner. If he could remove eviscerated demon-related evidence from public buildings, handling a chicken-coated kitchen should be a snap.
open_on_sunday — challenge #131: fall
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