Cant take the heat get out of my kitchen (broken chopsticks)

Crawling along the hallway, Vi had been keeping herself busy by smoothing out the planks of the interior of the ship, giving the ship's interior the same treatment she had given the bilge deck. Violet was actually in a decent mood because she had found one of the fancy hats from the cook's collection and had donned it herself, working and sanding aswhile wearing a fedora. However the sound of fire and singing and smell of wonderful cooked food caused the mad shipwright to drop her tools and begin crawling to the kitchen, slightly drooling from the smell. Opening the door just a crack she saw the most glorious sight of them all in the kitchen.

A giant pillar of fire from a pan.

Standing up properly she wandered over to the cook, tipping her pilfered hat as she leaned on the cook's shoulder.

"That was pretty cook~, the whole fire-inna-pan trick~! What's it called~<3?"

Taking the plate in both hands, Violet wandered over to a table and sat down, eyeing the meal that the cook had prepared. Poking it with a finger before tearing a chunk off, she bounced it from palm to palmas she mildly burned herself on the fresh dish before popping it into her mouth.

Alsmost as if hit by a bolt of lightning, the pale-skinned girl would jerk upright, slowly chewing it as her eyes widened. Shortly thereafter she let loose a squeal normally reserved for something massive exploding and began eating with gusto, at some point managing to stop long enough to blurt out a "It's so yummy~!"Devouring the rest of the meal, without any utensils, mind, Violet relaxed and let loose a content sigh/purr, eyeing the cook-hat-person, asking in a totally innocent way.

"Any way you could teach me how to flambe~<3?"

Standing up Violet began shadowing the cook-hat-person, watching as the well-dressed mentor pulled out various diffrent things to prepare a dish with. Looking again to where the flamey-table-thingy was, Vi let a happy little grin cover her face. Looking up at the taller cook she began fingering the various thingies-that-somehow-made-dishes and fingered a pan, nodding eagerly.

"So how do we do this thingy-mabbober~? Do we start with the choppy-slicy part of the burny-flamey part~?"

Thumbing the hat she had 'borrowed' from the cook's stash. she smiled and looked around the kitchen, wondering what part they would start with.

Having been a good student up to now, Violet had surprised both herself and Fishbones with her self control. While the start was rough (She had apparently tried to hold the slicey-cutty-thing by the wrong end, multiple times), she had slowly picked up the way it was supposed to be done, even the parts with throwing spices into the hot pan and everything. Now that she was unsupervised she began to make the meal herself. Everything with the preperation went off without a hitch, Vi slowly but confidently preparing everything for the actual cooking process.

Then things started going into the pan.

Tossing in some spices, the sauce, and tasting it, Vi apparently though it needed more kick. Having no difference in the term 'kick' between 'spicyness' and 'recoil', she quickly pulled out two of the bullets that she adorned her bandolier with, popping the casings open and dumping the contents into the pan. Had she put in the powder earlier, the flakes would have made for an interesting but harmless flambe. had she put it in later the pan would have been cool enough to not set off the podwer, ruining a meal but doing little else.

She dumped it in at the hottest point of the flambe.

The loose powder immediately burned, the flame suddenly doubling in size and increasing in intensity, so much so that the oil within the pan caught fire as well, billowing clouds of oil-smoke beginning to come from the pan as everything went to cook's hell. Vi meanwhile happily squealed with glee, holding onto the pan and relishing in the heat from the fire and only slightly annoyed by the smoke.

"This is how you do it, right~?!"

Seemingly reading the chef's darkest fears (but honestly just listening to her inner firebug), Violet began tossing in more and more powder until the chef called out to start putting out the fires. Looking about, Vi suddenly realized the rest of her wife was starting to catch alight as well.

Tossing the pan into the stove, Vi dashed out the kitchen with a 'wait here!' almost bowling over the confused captain in order to get her toolkit. Pulling out her emergency burney-kit, she ran back to the kitchen and opened it, tossing breaking a special vial and pouring the contents into the rags held within the bag. Tossing the a couple of the wet rags to the cook she shouted. "Cook-hat-person! Put the fire to beddy-bye! Wifey is burning!" Grabbing onto a large rag she practically jumped onto one of the fires, the specially treated ointment keeping the fire nice and smothered as Vi laid on top of it.

Having put out the last of the fires, Violet immediately went into damage control, pulling out a few tools and poking the various spots of burned wood to inspect the damage. Hearing the cook-hat-person's question she answered with a quick "Boom-boom powdah, silly~!" She began picking away at the burned wood, cooking lesson abandoned in favor of her real calling: keeping her wifey in tippity-toppity shape. Noticing the hat-cook-guy was catching flame, she casually reached out and, with all the grace of a butler, dropped a cloth covered in the fire-retarding oil on top of the chef's head. Having done her duty, she returned to her work, nodding as she saw that nothing had been too heavily damaged.

Going into the halls of the ship she would go and get her tool bag, and proceed to repair the damage, getting sawduust and wood shavings into most of the pots and pans as she worked. Mostly on purpose, cause hat-cook-guy was funny when he got angry~.