07 | action, kitchen

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Sometime between classes, Cissie had found some spare time to experiment in the kitchen. Carefully propping a large cookbook on the counter, she carefully read it over again and then began to pour everything into her metal mixing bowl.

She'd intended to bake some cranberry chocolate-chip oatmeal cookies - Bart'd expressed interest in them, so why not? - and maybe even a batch of blondies, just to be experimental, but it's pretty obvious that she's baking as a total coping mechanism. How obvious? Well, this isn't exactly her first batch of cookies.

With flour smudged all over her face, her hair disheveled and coming out of its ponytail, and even a few food stains on her apron and jeans, Cissie's looking a little worse for the wear as she beats the batter into submission---but somehow, in the mess of baking, she seems oddly content. Even if she'll soon have more than enough desserts to feed an army in a few hours.]

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[seethelanterns]

[Rapunzel is taking a break from her own classes and study, looking in to the kitchen and finding Cissie. Was that smell cookies? Rapunzel did miss baking as often back in her tower. Maybe she could offer to help, if she was still making some, at least. She enters, approaching beside her friend with a smile.]

I didn't realize you have made this much, but I thought I smelled something. You want a hand?

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[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Cissie manages a smile as she glances over at Rapunzel.] Don't see why not! You're familiar with baking cookies, right?

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[seethelanterns]

Of course! I made them all the time in the to--back home. [And maybe in the process of helping, she can figure out what seems to be bothering her new friend.]

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[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[She notices the word slip, but doesn't say anything as she gently pushes the cookbook in Rapunzel's direction.] Awesome! Here's the recipe... I've only just started pouring the flour.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Now, I wonder which of us is unhealthily projecting this time? [don't try and argue that, girl. this is the master of doing things that aren't dealing with FEELS]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Guilty as charged. Cissie'd argue it, but she's a little too busy beating some batter into submission.]

Don't know about projecting, but a little sugar never hurt anyone.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

I'm assuming that you're excluding diabetics from that statement, otherwise I'd have to lecture you on being sensitive to the disabilities of others.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

You assume correctly. [She can't help giggling, even if the scowl's still on her face.] Now do you want more cookies...? Or did I bake you more than enough last time?

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

[The siren scent of cookies is enough to drag any teenage boy away from his homework... especially one who's just looking for an excuse.

Lea pokes his head into the kitchen. His eyes widen as he spots all the cookies. Hello, Cissie, you know you wanted a new best friend--]

Whoa, what are all these for? I could smell them from the second floor!

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Good question. She hadn't really thought about what or who she'd give these cookies to... they just. Happened.]

Nothing, really. Just me being bored, I guess.

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

[Giving her his very best innocent and cute face. It's sort of spoiled by the grin.]

So, hey, if they aren't for anything special... can I steal a couple?

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[She nods, glancing back at her ridiculous pile.]

Go for it! They'd probably go stale otherwise.

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

[Bart isn't in his Impulse costume, but he figures that since he's looking for Cissie, it's okay if he speeds so long as she's alone. Which she is and he only speeds from the doorway to her side anyway. Max totally wouldn't mind.]

Hey, Cissie! What're you making? [He peers over her shoulder excitedly, knowing it means he's getting fed at some point.]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[She'd reprimand him if she weren't so busy whipping the batter into a frenzy. Still, she can't help smiling just a little bit more than usual at the sight of him.]

Cranberry chocolate-chip oatmeal cookies! If you wanna wait for them, that is. I've already got brownies and oatmeal raisin and chocolate chocolate-chip cookies ready.

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

Hmm... [He thinks hard about this and comes up with a genius idea.] Can I eat those while I wait for these?

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Sure! I wasn't planning on eating all of them anyways... [The "save one or two for me" is all but implied, however.]

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

Cooking? [Dataku had caught an odd smell coming from one of the kitchens, and had gone down to investigate. He discovered Cissie and a metric crapton of cookies.] ...What are all these for? Surely you're not going to eat them all.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head. At this point, she's got the decency to look embarrassed as she glances at him.] Nope, not really.

I was planning on making them for my friend, but... I don't think even he can eat this much.

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

I don't think anyone can eat this much. [From his experience? No. No way. Even the people that go back for ridiculous amounts of seconds in the cafeteria couldn't take in all these cookies at once.]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Well. So much for hoping that it'd get eaten pretty quickly...]

Probably not, but these'd be a really good excuse for an impromptu party. Or something.

Um... if you want to take some, feel free.

[flashesforward.livejournal.com]

Dude, did you try and blow up the kitchen?

[Wally was on his way to get a snack when he stumbled across the scene before him. Raises his brows as he eyes over the state of the kitchen and then her.

And then he spots the other batch of cookies and licks his lips.]

Need a taste tester?

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Of course not! It's just...

[Well, it does look like a mess. No doubt Megan or Anemone would've made it look cleaner when they attempted to bake. Cissie sighs, glancing back at Wally.]

... But I guess I can't really say no. Um, there's chocolate-chip cookies to the left, brownies right behind them, and oatmeal raisin ones right next to those.

[flashesforward.livejournal.com]

[Correction; there -were- chocolate-chip cookies. As soon as she gives him permission, he speeds over to the plate and practically inhales them. Now he's working on the brownies.]

Oh man, these are awesome. Any time you need someone to test out your baking, I'm your man.

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[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[She should've guessed that it ran in the family! If she weren't already busy baking another batch, Cissie might've actually given him a Look.]

Seriously? I'll definitely remember to holler at you next time. [she giggles. Hey, wait--]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

... Oh dear god, now I'm baking for two of you.

[SHE WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO KEEP UP NOW]