 Jupiter's Satellite
Sitting on the bed, Tora watched as the beam of intensified light settled on the raw chicken. She waited a couple minutes before getting impatient. "How long is it supposed to take?" she complained, banging her feet against the side of the bed.
She glared at the chicken. Maybe if she got angry at it, it would cook better. No, apparently not... The heat from her gaze didn't warm it up enough. Heat. "Solis Focalis." she contributed another stream of brilliant sunlight to the roast. More heat.
She might feel like this wasn't a lost cause if the meat had started smoking. Or even changed color a bit. But no, this chicken was still as slimy and pink and disgusting as it was when they first brought it in here. Billywig rot, this was going to take forever!"
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