"I am a terrible cook! I'm sorry! There was this latin and I thought it was herbs or something!"
"Put me back put me back put me back!"
"I'm trying! There! This! What's this!?" Millie thrust the cookbook in the demon’s steaming face. He peered gape-eyed at it.
".... ew, really? Grandma seriously..." Millie sneered and groaned at the recipe, turning the page by lifting the corner gingerly with her index finger and thumb.
"LADY!" The demon yelped, hopping on the table to avoid a sliver of sunshine lulling through the drapes.
"ALRIGHT! Sorry! Here! This one! I think it’s this one!”
“I am not a soufflé!”
“… Can I call you an Uber or something?”