French Toast

"Okay, Kensi's mad again!" Deeks proclaimed loudly as he entered the bullpen.

"What'd you do this time?" Sam asked, glancing up from his computer with a grin.

"If you must know, I didn't do anything! She almost burned my face off this morning?"

"What?" Callen asked, just as Kensi entered the bullpen, scowling at Deeks.

"Good morning, sunshine," Deeks said as he sat down. Kensi shot him a look, and he shut his mouth with an audible click.

"Seriously, what happened?" Sam asked, raising a hand.

"I tried to make breakfast for Deeks, and he totally freaked out!" Kensi dropped her bag on the floor with a thud.

"You almost melted my face off with a blowtorch!" Deeks shot back. "Look at this, Sam! She singed my bangs! My eyebrows are gone!" Sam peered at him. The edges of his bangs were blackened.

"What does a blowtorch have to do with breakfast?" Callen asked, snapping his laptop closed and leaning back in his chair. He wanted to hear how this ended.

"I was trying to make French toast!" Kensi replied indignantly, throwing her hands up.

"Why were you making french toast with a blow torch in the first place? What's wrong with a good old fry pan?" Callen asked.

"Yeah, what is wrong with a good old fry pan?" Deeks echoed, brushing his hair back as if to emphasize his fried bangs.

"The recipe said to use a blow torch!" Kensi exclaimed. "It said it would give it a nice golden color!"

Deeks rolled his eyes. "I don't care what color my french toast is!"

"Don't you think that recipe was a little too advanced for you, Kensilino?" Sam asked pointedly, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe," Kensi said, glancing down, pouting.

"Guys! Case on deck!" Eric called from the stairs, skipping down them in the typical chipper Beale way. "You know, I once tried to make pancakes using a blowtorch, because I was camping, and didn't have a stove-"

"You, camping?" Sam asked, skeptically, cutting him off. Eric frowned.

"I think that people who don't know how to cook should stay the heck away from blowtorches in the near future!" Callen proclaimed with a nod, getting out of his chair and heading for the stairs, the others following.

"That is great advice. Listen to the man, Kens!" Deeks said with a grin, aiming a playful swat at his girlfriend's backside. She yipped and scowled playfully as they trotted up the stairs past Eric.

"Fine. I'm sorry about your glorious mane, and I will put the blowtorch back in the garage where it belongs."

"Thank you!" Deeks shouted, giving a happy little hop.

"And they were the best darn pancakes I've ever eaten," Eric finished, to no one in particular.

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I heard my brother say "You almost melted my face off with a blowtorch!" the other day, and it made me laugh. I have no idea what the context was, but they were probably doing something stupid. Idk.

I am taking prompts, especially for a Callen and Sam scene, if anyone has any ideas.