Candy looked around as Kara blushed at Noel's words. She looked catty-corner over to Stephanie who raised an eyebrow as the gazes met. With a sigh, she put her mocha down. "You sure earned your nickname, Nancy Drew." She said calmly. She looked over to Jeffrey. "After hearing about the fallen cell tower, and roofs that fell in.... I'm concerned about the old house the band has. Unlike the Zorels' here, that roof isn't gabled. It's mostly flat with a slight slope in some areas. We both heard the report at the airport. We're out towards the mountains where more fell. Thirty inches are sitting on that flat roof." A sigh. "Maybe more."
Lenard put the paper aside. It was Saturday's, the last one that could be delivered, but Pat was finally done with it. "Listen to yourself. Candy, you're fretting over the wrong thing. Chuck, his fiancee and Wendy are fine. They can only contact via landline, right."
Candy pointed out that they were safe at the fiancee's.
Lenard nodded. "That's my point. You're whole band is fine. Three of them are here, two there... But they're safe and in no danger. Chief Quimby and the precinct Captains want nobody traveling, even to access things, because the temperature isn't even going to reach 30 today. The roads are sheets of ice. Now, if you want to go against the emergency services' orders and break your bones trying to get there... Well, I can't stop you; you're an adult. But know this: If you go against the stay where you are orders, and they have to risk their necks to rescue you.... QUIMBY said you will be charged with reckless endangerment and at the VERY least, fined. You WILL pay for your own transport to the hospital." He took a breath. "Over a house. Sounds like it's not worth it. Right? Especially with everyone currently safe?"
Candy nodded and went back to her mocha and quietly sipping. She didn't usually stay quiet at morning coffee. She looked at Jeffrey. "I'm also concerned about plans without the whole band present. Although I'm almost ready to approve what you four spoke about, I'd like Chuck and Wendy to hear the ideas you batted around. Submit them for their approval, too." Yes, Candy went Rod Serling on Jeff. "Either that, or set up a conference call or Skype, or Zoom, with those two and get them involved. Please. I'm done and going to finish my mocha in piece." She smiled.
Kara saw how painless it was for Candy and offered to try. "I don't have to actually cook, but I want to prepare the vegetables and tomatoes. And whatever else this afternoon. Look. I know I'm an accident waiting to happen in COOKING Mexican fare... But what kind of damage do I cause preparing vegetables?"
Pat shook her head. "I know you, Kara. You won't be satisfied with just dicing vegetables and tomatoes for those two. Tell you what. I told Noel she was in charge, so I'll let her have the final say... But she's going in prepared." She got up and went to the hall closet and pulled out a shoe box. She set it in front of Lenard who nodded, and rifled through it. Pat brought over the pictures that indeed spoke volumes of Kara's inability on Mexican food. Every pot and skillet, burnt. Tortillas that even looked unappetizing and crispy. It was even pointed out what each thing was supposed to be. One sludge looking mess was supposed to have been refried beans. Spanish rice was overdone and pretty much black at the bottom. The only things edible in all the pictures were the seasoned meat (although obviously well done) and the fixings. "What was supposed to be tacos, we ate on bread, Noel. This is why she's banned from ever doing Mexican again under this roof."