The sauce spat back at her. A glob of hot purple magma landed on her forehead.
The fumes hit her like a physical wall. Phoebe coughed, a deep, chest-rattling cough that sent her stumbling backward. In her flailing, she knocked the jar of "Emergency Cajun Spice Blend" off the counter. The lid popped off. The entire contents cascaded into the pot. phoebe blue getting saucy