Cooking Accident

A Kella Ser could be found balancing unsteady atop a stepping stool as they tried with much difficulty to reach a bottle that was at the top of the spice rack. The house had clearly not been made for a smaller species such as themself and it had for a while now been causing problems to overcome. Now however they weren't really sure how to, there wasn't a counter or anything near enough to climb onto and the only stepping stool he had, was already balancing underneath them. With a frustrated groan the small feline like creature made a quick but likely dumb decision, unable to think of any other ways. Bending his knees Milk eyed his prize and jumped for it right on top of the spice rack, bottles fell and clattered to the ground as he struggled to remain balanced on all the small objects. After gaining a bit of stability he turned his attention to the bottle that had started everything only to realize it had also fallen to the floor from all the shaking, frowning he debuted his next move carefully. Most spices were already on the ground so adding more to the mix by just dropping wouldn't change much about his workloud. On the other hand, it was already going to be difficult to put those on the floor back again as it is, so adding more to the mix didn't sound particularly fun. As it happens the choice didn't remain their's for long, too distracted within his own thoughts he didn't pay enough attention and a small loosening of his grip was all it took to send both the Kella Ser and spices onto the floor with a more than enough noise to wake any neighbours should he have had any. 

"Ow!" Pain radiated from their back from the rough landing and his tail hissed to let it be known they weren't spared from the damage either. Rubbing their sore back Milk took in the mess around him and was rather disheartened to find nearly every spice had hit the floor, not just that but a handful had also lost their lids leaving seasoning all over the floor. Looks like I'll be spending the next hour or two cleaning instead of cooking, sighing the male got to work beginning with those that hadn't spilled. After those had been deposited onto the counter to be put away later he began to clean up what had spilled, glaring at the bottle he'd gone for originally which had also been scattered across the wood of his floor. About half way through the work his eyes caught sight of the once cold package of chicken he'd taken out to season and forgotten about. It had clearly thawed out during the past forty-five minutes and given the heat it was lucky he'd spotted it when he did. Temporary pausing his work he placed the meat back into the fridge in order to keep it from going bad before he got back to work on the thoroughly seasoned floor.