Cooked or chopped?

Dearest Gentle Reader,

It has come to this author’s attention that no less than three members of the fire brigade were discovered to have taken up residence in the library yesterday afternoon. One of these gentlemen startled the librarian mid-luncheon with a knock upon her study door to beg admittance to the WIFI, leaning against the doorframe in such a way as to provide full vantage of his Russet physique. Once informed that no cypher was required, the gentleman returned to his companions in glad spirits and the three of them proceeded to perform distance training with a full complement of their Team at high volume for upwards of two hours, followed by an enthusiastic summarization of their learnings through a multi-part pantomime of flatulence in all its varied forms. Indeed, their winds were so convincing that they blew shut the librarian’s door, and she required ten minutes’ repose upon the carpet to consider her romantic aspirations.

There is but one day left before the brigadiers return to their duties—however, a special event next weekend affords opportunity for contacts to be reestablished, should the invitation be extended. Will this season end in parboil, or may it yet be twice-baked? Boldness is all. Seize the handle on the oven of love and throw yourselves in, dear hopefuls!